You’re killing me," he told her, panting, his palms sliding down over her ribs to explore the rest of her shape—her waist, her hips, her thighs. "Killing me by inches." He lifted his body from hers enough to yank up her skirt. "But it’s a damn fine way for a man to die.

“If you’re not gratified, you should be,” he told her as he tucked the letter ba…”

“If Flynn’s as you say, the boy—Simon, you called him?—Simon should be all too h…”

“Harry - “No plovers no pigeons no snipe. No oysters mussels clams or whole lobs…”

“One couldn't spend one's entire life waiting for life to start.”