Fear you?" she said without thinking. "Good God, I would never do that."

Easing her head back, Westcliff looked at her while a slow smile spread across his face. "No, you wouldn't," he agreed. "You'd spit in the devil's eye if it suited you.

“I was ripe ten years ago. Now I’m merely preserved, and before long I’ll be bur…”

“If I were an opera singer, I"d have sung you an aria. If I were an artist, I wo…”

“Amelia stopped before him, her skirts crowded between his parted knees. The cle…”

“If I listened to your advice, I'd be making your mistakes instead of my own.”