“And how old are you, Miss Beckett?” “Seventeen.” “What!” There is no way she’s seventeen. I inspect her face, studying it intently, but don’t know what it is I hope to find. Laugh lines maybe? She watches my face. “Is… — Georgia Cates Copy Share Image
“Marsala isn’t the one that’s going to keep you and Chansey apart. It’s you.” — Georgia Cates Copy Share Image
“I don't want my offer to be tempting. I want it to be irresistible, so tell me what it will take for you to… — Georgia Cates Copy Share Image
“I may not be like the women who came before me, but there are some things that are the same. I want a husband… — Georgia Cates Copy Share Image
“Embarrassment wasn't what I had in mind. "Put it this way: I'm not really interested in any of them wanking off to the sounds… — Georgia Cates Copy Share Image
“I've known pain my whole life, but this is a new kind for me. It isn't born of something wrong or ugly. This pain… — Georgia Cates Copy Share Image
“Dammit, Laurelyn. You make me the man I am today-the one who loves his wife and wants to be a father. When are you… — Georgia Cates Copy Share Image
“Everything I've been, I am, or will ever be, I surrender it all to you.” — Georgia Cates Copy Share Image
“You know we have reversed roles, right? The guy is the one who usually doesn't want to spoon and the chick wants to be… — Georgia Cates Copy Share Image
“You worry so much about protecting your toes that you miss out on the joy of the dance.” — Georgia Cates Copy Share Image
