You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.
Lucy ChristopherI was surprised at her gentleness, her willingness to give in.
Lucy ChristopherMots clés gemma stolen ty camel
I thought you didn't want to let me go.
Lucy ChristopherHow would she find her herd? How would she find you?
Lucy ChristopherHe's scared, Zane."
"Well he should join the fucking club."
"Come on, Barnum"
"Ty, you are not the tiger whisperer," Zane hissed.
Ty burst out laughing when he saw it. “Is that a travel pack of lube? I didn’t even know they made those.”
Zane grinned. “Where the hell have you been buying your lube?
It’s okay, I love the creepy feeling of waking up to someone staring at me.
Madeleine UrbanMots clés ty
I don’t have to go home with you.” Zane raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. “I can’t wait to get home with you. Even if it’s just to crawl in bed and watch that stupid-ass show you like so much, I don’t care. Whatever I do, I’m glad I’m with you.
Madeleine UrbanMots clés ty
Can't you just see it? Can't you see us with gray hair, sitting at those late night football games. I'll be the dad with one eye on my football playing sons, and the other on our daughter, who if she looks anything like you, I will need to carry a gun to fight off all of those horny teenage boys.
Jennifer FoorZane sighed. He knew no one had died. He knew exactly what had happened last night. He just didn‟t have perspective, because when he drank, he focused in on whatever he thought his goal was to the exclusion of everything else. Last night, Ty had been part of “everything else.” That was the problem: Ty wasn‟t his keeper—Ty was his conscience.
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