She felt guilty, as she had when she’d heard Matt’s deep, beloved voice after thirty-odd years. She’d been too flustered to say much to him, and in the end, regretfully, she’d hung up on him out of sh...
Pity Matt didn’t help him through a window instead of over a sofa, she grumbled. He needs an attitude adjustment.
I want to stay here, she said quietly.He drew in a short breath, still full of adrenaline from the violence and still fuming because she was rejecting him.He looked into her eyes. My parents want you...
How silly of her not to realize that strongest friends make the best enemies; they always know where the weaknesses are hidden.
His thumb rubbed gently over her bow mouth, liking the way it
Can we trust him, you think? he
After the pain, the pleasure.
Way for new, winter taking away the remnants of the old to clear room for the young growth. Life, in other words, in all its fierce beauty and stark routine. All things went to the soil eventually. It...
Rebellious dark eyes in her faintly freckled face.
His brother, except that he had
But he’ll die because of me! she moaned. I’ve killed him! Carson
You’re as beautiful as you were the night we made our son, she whispered, bending to kiss him tenderly.His fingers traced her dark eyebrows, her cheeks, her mouth. I wish we could have another baby, h...
You have to stop letting me do this, he bit off, half-angrily.If you’ll stop leaning on me so that I can get my hands on a blunt object, I’ll be happy to…!He kissed the words into oblivion. It isn’t a...
What a curse, to want only one person.He drew her into his arms and kissed her again, hungrily. What a glorious blessing, to want only one person and be wanted back, even after thirty-six long years,...
We come from seed, he told his son, smiling. We grow up, blossom, and produce fruit. Then the fruit dries and goes into the ground to make the next crop. The old plant doesn’t die so much as it gives...
That night, while you were asleep, I unbuttoned your pajama jacket and looked at what he’d done to you. Afterward, I drove back to his house and very nearly killed him. If he hadn’t started crying and...
Tate was sprawled across the bed in his robe early the next morning when the sound of the front door opening penetrated his mind. There was an unholy commotion out there and his head was still throbbi...
Tate practically raised you from what I hear. You love him, don’t you?Her face closed up. For all the good it will ever do me, yes, she said softly.He won’t have the excuse of pure Lakota blood much l...
So the bloodline wasn’t pure.He shook his head. It was an excuse, like all the other excuses. I liked my life as it was. I didn’t want ties, especially the sort I’d have had with you. He looked at her...
I wish you’d told me this before.It wouldn’t have changed anything.Maybe not. But talking about wounds can help heal them.You don’t talk about yours, she pointed out. He sat down on the sofa facing he...