You're Mine, Angel. And I'm

Hate To Disappoint, But No Feathers. I Came To Earth Stripped Naked.

Her Hair Was Strawberry Blond, And She Had The Shape Of A Popsicle Stick: Turn Her Sideways And She Practically Disappeared.

If You Need One More Reason, I Love You.

Strangely Enough, It Wasn’t Gabe Who Was Haunting My Thoughts, Though. That Job Belonged To A Pair Of Sinfully Black Eyes That Had Lost Their Edge When They Studied Me, Turning As Soft And Sultry As Silk.

Since The Dawn Of Time, Women Have Been Attracted To Mates With Strong Survival Skills—like Intelligence And Physical Prowess— Because Men With These Qualities Are More Likely To Bring Home Dinner At The End Of The Day.” He Stuck His Thumbs In The Air And Grinned. “dinner Equals Survival, Team