Are we fighting?" I asked Morelli. "No. Were discussing." "Are you sure?" "Am I yelling?" Morelli asked. "Is my face purple? Are the cords on my neck standing out? Am I waving my arms around?" "No." "The were not fighting. — Janet Evanovich Copy Share Image
“Arms folded across his muscled chest, Lachlan stood way too close to her. "Did you get tired of fighting?" she asked with a hint of a smile. "I'm a lover, not a fighter.” — Terry Spear Copy Share Image
