“Billy pulled her snug against his body, forgetting his arousal in the urgent need to give her comfort. He felt her stiffen, sought the reason, and realized she must have felt his erection. She shoved him away with the flat… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“Owen took a step forward, blocking Blackjack’s path. For the first time, Trace noticed Owen was wearing his badge above his heart. “You don’t want to make yourself any more of a suspect than you already are,” Owen said. Blackjack made a dismissive sound. “Don’t pull that Texas Ranger bullshit with me, son. I diapered your bottom.” “You’ve never touched… — Joan Johnston Copy Share
“What’s your greatest regret?” she asked. He turned to look at her, then focused his eyes on the windshield in front of him. “You.” She felt an ache in her chest. “That you admitted you loved me? Or that you took me with you?” “Both.” “Will it help if I say I’m in love with you?” He shot another quick… — Joan Johnston Copy Share
“Once they were inside the park Bay asked, “Isn’t there a store at the Rio Grande Village?” “What is it you need?” “Chocolate.” “It’s a hundred degrees in the shade,” he said. “Chocolate is going to melt.” “Well, actually, it isn’t chocolate I need. It’s something else. I didn’t want to embarrass you.” “What?” “Tampax.” He eyed her sideways. “Why… — Joan Johnston Copy Share
“Bay caressed his smooth cheek. “You shaved. It feels soft.” He caught her hand and kissed her palm. “Go,” he said, opening the bathroom… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“Stay put,” he said. “I don’t want you setting off any explosives that’ll get us both killed.” “Let me go with you.” “I don’t want you getting hurt, Red.” There was something about the sound of his voice that gave her pause. “Don’t tell me you care.” He ruffled her hair as though she were four instead of twenty-five. “All… — Joan Johnston Copy Share
“As she lifted her own backpack over the side of the black, heavy-duty dodge pickup, Owen took it out of her hands and set… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“She slipped into the shadows and waited, like a she-wolf, for her quarry. Bay caught her breath when Owen Blackthorne stepped into the cool… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“You’re going to have some really sexy scars back here, Owe.” “Do girls go for that sort of thing?” She was surprised to hear… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“I don't trust you to go alone," Charlotte said. "You'll end up getting killed in a duel with Braddock." "If I do, it won't… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“My brother is somewhere in here.” She paused and added in an almost inaudible voice, “I think.” Owen bit back an oath. He’d been… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“Cowboys are always leaping from their horses in the movies, and they never get hurt.” “You forgot to roll.” “Oh. I knew I did… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
