I could never seem to make the people I love understand what I need. I don't know why.
Nora RobertsWhen you take what isn't offered freely, you have nothing.
Nora RobertsJust because she was a woman, did she have to act coy and pretend to be flattered when a man tried to slobber all over her/
Nora RobertsJust because a man had a trace of blue blood in his veins didn't mean he was quality. It didn't make him a gentleman, either. All it made him was an aristocrat.
Nora RobertsThere would be no children in the world if men had to bring them into it.
Nora RobertsShe like you.' The fact pleased Malcolm, as if he often trusted the opinions of animals over those of people.
Nora RobertsThere is no disgrace in staying behind, not when it's the right thing.
Nora RobertsAnd I'm not sensitive at all, Philip. Just
mean."
He smiled down at her. "Have you ever considered having an affair with a younger
man?"
She laughed, taking the compliment as it was meant. "You're a charmer. Since you amuse
me, I'll give you a little advice. Charm doesn't work on Addy. Patience might."
"I appreciate it," Philip said. He was watching Adrianne when she lifted a hand to her
throat and found it bare. He saw her instant of surprise and confusion, then the tightly
controlled temper as she zeroed in on him. With a smile he sent her a nod of
acknowledgment. Her necklace of faux diamonds and sapphires was resting comfortably
in his pocket.
The bastard. The low, slimy bastard. He'd stolen from her. He'd lifted the necklace right
off her throat without her feeling a thing but the pumping of her pulse. Then he'd taunted
her. He'd looked right at her and grinned.
He was going to pay for it, Adrianne thought as she tossed her gloves into her shoulder
bag. And he was going to pay for it tonight.
She knew it was reckless.
What do you want?"
His brow lifted at that, and he took a long, leisurely study of her face. "I'll let that pass,"he decided.
"It's too easy.
Perhaps it was simple reflex, her own instinct for survival. Or perhaps it had been his
words, bringing back the horror of her mother's death. But when he reached for the
satchel, Adrianne ignored the knife and brought her foot up hard between his legs. The
knife clattered to the ground only seconds before he did.
"Bastard," she muttered as she sent the knife careening into the dark. "Now your pride's
as small as your brain and just as useless."
"Well put," Philip said as he came up behind her.
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