But his eyes say what he can’t. I see it, clear as day, even if she doesn’t. He’d give up his wings for her. All she’d have to do is ask.
Lisa DesrochersThere’s no crying in baseball and no love in Hell. It’s just the rules. You could say it’s against our religion, more or less.
Lisa DesrochersMots clés personal-demons luc-cain
I walk up right behind Frannie, where she’s sitting near the door, in time to hear her say, “You know what, Tay? Go to Hell,” and I smile, because I think it’s cute that she’s inviting her friends along.
Lisa DesrochersMots clés personal-demons luc-cain
She’s fiery for sure. I like a little fire. Makes me feel at home.
Lisa DesrochersMots clés personal-demons
I don't believe in love at all, really. But lust ... is alive and well.
Lisa DesrochersOh, for the sin of Satan.
Lisa DesrochersBut I can't see how anybody who drives a '68 Shelby could be all bad.
Lisa DesrochersYou speak Italian," she says, unconvinced.
"Si."
"Say something."
"Sii la mia schiava d'amore," I purr.
Her expression is guarded. "What did you say?"
An amuse smile pulls at my lips. "I'll never tell." Somehow I don't think she'd agree to be my love slave anyway.
I know exactly what to do with him. I've been practicing in my dreams.
Lisa DesrochersThere’s no crying in baseball and no love in Hell. It’s just the rules.
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