J.D. Robb Quote

I won't say I'm sorry. He lifted his hand, skimmed his fingers over her cheek. I wouldn't mean it. But I will say I love you. I've never meant anything more.He drew her into his arms. She pressed her face to his shoulder and held on. I've been so messed up.So have I. He brushed his lips over her hair, felt his world balance again. I've missed you, Eve.I won't let the job screw this up.It doesn't. We manage that on our own. He drew her back, touched his lips gently to hers. But it keeps things lively, doesn't it?She sighed, stepped back. It's gone.What is?I've had this low-grade headache for a couple of days. It's gone. I guess you were my headache.Darling. That's so sweet.

J.D. Robb

I won't say I'm sorry. He lifted his hand, skimmed his fingers over her cheek. I wouldn't mean it. But I will say I love you. I've never meant anything more.He drew her into his arms. She pressed her face to his shoulder and held on. I've been so messed up.So have I. He brushed his lips over her hair, felt his world balance again. I've missed you, Eve.I won't let the job screw this up.It doesn't. We manage that on our own. He drew her back, touched his lips gently to hers. But it keeps things lively, doesn't it?She sighed, stepped back. It's gone.What is?I've had this low-grade headache for a couple of days. It's gone. I guess you were my headache.Darling. That's so sweet.

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About J.D. Robb

Nora Roberts (born Eleanor Marie Robertson on October 10, 1950) is an American author of over 225 romance novels. She writes as J. D. Robb, Jill March, and (in the U.K.) Sarah Hardesty.