“Read it to me.” “Seriously?” he said quietly. “You want me to read you poetry? Like saving your life ten times wasn’t… — Brynn Kelly Copy Share Image
“It’s your hero complex, isn’t it? You should see someone about that.” “Right after I get my head examined.” — Brynn Kelly Copy Share Image
“Look.” He stepped closer, his voice lowered to a gruff murmur, and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet… — Brynn Kelly Copy Share Image
“How good would Flynn be in bed – a real bed, with crisp, clean sheets? She’d seen and handled enough of his… — Brynn Kelly Copy Share Image
“Gunfire cracked around them. “Just warning shots,” he yelled. “How do you know?” “We’re not dead.” — Brynn Kelly Copy Share Image
“Read it to me.” “Seriously?” he said quietly. “You want me to read you poetry? Like saving your life ten times wasn’t enough?” — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
“I don’t believe in happy endings,” Flynn said, spinning Tess and tilting up her chin. “Just happy beginnings.” — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
“He tucked his fingers into his belt loops. “Happy to sit back and watch, if you want to prove your G.I. Jane credentials.” — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
“It’s your hero complex, isn’t it? You should see someone about that.” “Right after I get my head examined.” — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
“The kiss wasn’t a buildup to something else; it wasn’t a promise of more to come – it couldn’t be. Just a sweet, sad… — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
“My ex wants to come and rescue me.’ ‘Too late! I already rescued you. Who does this guy think he is?” — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
“You promised me a kiss,” she whispered. “A rash comment in the heat of the moment.” His face was so close she could feel… — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
“Her biggest fear was that Flynn would walk away before she could even start to worry about him not coming home.” — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
“There are many things in my life I want to forget. But this I intend to remember.” — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
“Look.” He stepped closer, his voice lowered to a gruff murmur, and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze… — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
“How good would Flynn be in bed – a real bed, with crisp, clean sheets? She’d seen and handled enough of his body to… — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
“He shushed her, laughing. “I’d like to be that spider, if that woman was you.” — Brynn Kelly Copy Share
