“ Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was no different from his father. Then he remembered Sophie’s Jennifer Lane
“ I’m glad I went to prison," Grant rasped in Sophie’s ear, so quietly only she could hear. "Because then I found you. Jennifer Lane
“ Sophie clutched Grant tighter. 'I don’t know what screwed-up messages from your family are floating around in your head right now, but you’re staying right here. Jennifer Lane
“ Um, h-h-hi,” Sophie stammered, closing the door behind her. Meeting her gaze were crystal eyes like blue shards of glass. Jennifer Lane
“ His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s 'My Kind of Town. Jennifer Lane
“ Speaking of banging, when’s McSailor getting home?” Kirsten’s smirk was the size of Texas.Sophie had to smile. “Crude. You’re crude, roomie. Jennifer Lane
“ Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I’m on parole, that I’m not really free. Jennifer Lane
“ He pulled her toward him and gathered her in his arms as his hand lovingly cradled the back of her neck. She stopped breathing as he leaned down—ohmigod, the Adonis was about to kiss her—and planted t… Jennifer Lane
