It’s not something I can control, damn it. Every man I know wakes up with a hard-on.”
“Maybe so, but they do not – repeat, do not - rub it on me.”
“‘Every man I know’ wasn’t rubbing it on you! It was just me!”
“And it was just your hair that I pulled, wasn’t it?” she asked sweetly.
She was flustered; he could see it in the
way she kept twisting her fingers together. Did she think he was going to throw her down
on the seat and rape her? After all, he was a renegade Indian, and capable of anything.
Then again, the way she looked, maybe this was the most excitement she'd ever had.
She started to tell him so, but the words vanished
unsaid when he abruptly thrust his hands under her skirt, all the way to her waist. Mary
gave a startled shriek and jerked back, almost oversetting the chair. He glared at her, his
eyes like black ice.
"You don't have to worry," he snapped. "This is Saturday. I only rape on Tuesdays and
Thursdays.
Luna was remote and ladylike. The only time anyone had ever seen Luna angry was when someone referred to her as 'African-American'.
"I'm an American," she had snapped, whirling on the offender. "I've never even been to Africa. I was born in California, my father was a major in the Marine Corps, and I'm not a hyphenated anything. I have a black heritage, but I also have a white one." She had held out one slim arm and studied the color of it. "Looks to me like I'm brown. We're all just different shades of brown,so don't try to set me apart.
Stichwörter: fuck-yeah
Okay, let me get a pen." There were rustling noises. "I can't find one." More noises. "Okay,shoot."
"You found a pen?"
"No, but I have a can of Cheez Whiz. I'll write your number on the counter with it, then find a pen and copy it."
Jaine recited her number and listened to the spewing noise as Shelley Cheez-Whizzed it on her countertop.
If you're looking for Mr. Perfect, you‟re going to spend your whole life being disappointed, because he doesn‟t exist. You have to get the best deal you can, but there will always be problems.
Linda HowardStichwörter: love-life
amusement in her eyes and had to grin.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone that excluded everyone else in the cafe and made several women draw in their
breath.
Her mouth quirked in that self-amusement that made him want to grab her to him.
"This isn't one of my good days. The only thing holding me together is static cling."
"Come home with me, and I'll take care of you."
She looked him in the eye and said quietly, "Give me one good reason why I should."
Right there in front of God and most of Crook, Montana, he drew in a deep breath and took the gamble of a lifetime, his words plain and heard by all, because no one was making even the pretense of not listening.
"Because I love you."
Maddie blinked, and to his surprise he saw her eyes glitter with tears. Before he could start forward, however, her smile broke through like sunshine through a cloud bank. She didn't take the time to go around the counter; she climbed on top of it and slid off on the other side.
"It's about time," she said as she went into his arms.
God, I love you," he said, and laid his head on her belly, his arms locked around her hips.
Madelyn slid her fingers into his hair.
"It took you long enough," she said gently.
"What I lack in quickness, I make up in staying power."
"Meaning?"
"That I'll still be telling you that fifty years from now." He paused and turned his head to
kiss her stomach.
Minor detail. I’m going to kiss you, Marlie—”
“I’ll bite you again,” she swiftly warned.
He shrugged. “I always have had more guts than sense,” he said, and very gently brushed her mouth with
his.
I’m going to go," he said.
"All right."
He didn’t move. Then: "I don’t want to."
"Do it anyway."
He chuckled. "You’re a hard woman, Faith Devlin."
"Hardy."
"I didn’t know him. He isn’t real to me. Did you love him?"
"Yes." But not the way I love you. Never like that.
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