He missed you just as I did. He worried about you just as I worried. He looked for you. Tried to find you. Just as I did. But you were gone.” She took a step toward him. “You think he left you? It was you who left, Michael. You left us.” Her voice was shaking now, all the anger and sadness and fear she had felt in those months, those years after Michael had disappeared. “You left me.” She put her hands to his chest, pushing him with all her might, with all her anger. “And I missed you so much. I missed you so much. I still do, damn you.
Sarah MacLeanHow long has it been since you’ve slept?” Chase asked.
“I sleep.” Not much.
“How long since you’ve slept more than an hour here and there?”
“I do not require a mother.”
Chase lifted a brow. “Perhaps a wife, then?”
Bourne wished Chase were in the damn ring, too.
Chase picked up the card. “I’m happy to share from my personal experience, if you like.”
Temple grinned at his hand. “And I.”
It was all too much. “I do not need advice. She enjoyed it immensely.”
“I hear they don’t all enjoy it right off the bat,” Cross said.
“That is true,” Chase said, all expertise.
“It’s fine if she didn’t, old man,” Temple offered. “You can try again.”
“She enjoyed it.” Bourne’s voice was low and tight, and he thought he might kill the next person who spoke.
“Well, one thing is for certain,” Temple said, casually, and Bourne ignored the pang of disappointment that the enormous man was very likely the only one at the table he could not kill.
Fortuitous mostly for me,Lady Holloway," she said, her gaze steadfast on her husband. "For without our being childhgood neighbors, I am certain that my husband woud never have found me."
Michael's gaze lit with admiration, and he lifted his glass in her direction. "At some point I would have realized what I was missing, darling. An I would have come looking for you.
What does Éloa mean?”
He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name of an angel.”
Penelope tilted her head, thinking. “I’ve never heard of him.”
“You wouldn’t have.”
“Was he a fallen angel?”
“She was, yes.” He hesitated, not wanting to tell her the story, but unable to stop himself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.”
“Tricked her how?”
He met her gaze. “She fell in love with him.”
Penelope’s eyes widened. “Did he love her?”
Like an addict loves his addiction. “The only way he knew how.”
She shook her head. “How could he trick her?”
“He never told her his name.
Stichwörter: love angels allegory seduction lucifer eloa
I had a perfect life in my reach once, and it was a crashing bore. Perfect is too clean, too easy. I don't want perfect any more than I want to be perfect. I want imperfect.
Sarah MacLeanStichwörter: perfect imperfect
She looked up at him and said,"What did you say?"
"You have beautiful eyes."
"You told my father that he has beautiful eyes?"
He smiled. "No. You distracted me. I told your father that, while I was very grateful for the lesson, I doubt I would ever need of it again- because I was planning to court only one woman in my lifetime.
He was struck dumb at the words though he should not be surprised; his wife kept him in a perpetual state of speechlessness.
Sarah MacLeanAnd as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.
Sarah MacLeanBrilliant blue gazes met. “I swear before you and God that I will. But if something should happen, and this morning should go awry, promise me you’ll take care of her. Promise me you’ll tell her…” Ralston paused.
“Tell her what?”
Ralston took a deep breath, the words bringing a tightening in his chest. “Promise me you’ll tell her that I was an idiot. That the money didn’t matter. That, last night, faced with the terrifying possibility that I had lost her…I realized that she was the most important thing I had ever had…because of my arrogance and my unwillingness to accept what has been in my heart for too long…” He trailed off. “What the hell have I done?”
“It appears that you’ve gone and fallen in love.
Stichwörter: love
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