She Wants To Learn How

Why Were There No Buoys In Life To Show You The Way?

If Love Doesn't Make A Fool Of Us, What Will?

Love Didn't Run On Logic. It Didn't Follow Neat Lines Or A List Of Priorities.

Roarke Had To Force Himself Not To Snatch Her Up As She Swept Through The Hallowed Senate Halls. Members Of The Media Were Already Leaping Toward Her, But She Cut Through Them As If They Weren’t There. “i Like Your Style, Lieutenant Dallas,” He Said When They’d Fought Their Way To The Car. “i Like It A Lot. And By The Way, I Don’t Think I’m In Love With You Anymore. I Know I Am.

...she'd Gone Past Interest, Swung Into Attraction, Burst Through Lust, Tripped Over Affection, And Was Now Skidding Out Of Control Into Love.