“That last night,” she said quietly. “Why did you say you hoped you'd never see me again?” He hadn’t said it; it had been his last thought when he’d turned to leave. But he didn’t seem to notice the discrepancy… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“I twisted my body, suddenly unable to stand his hands on me. “Do you really think I give a damn what you are? That… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“Daniel rested his hip on the counter, arms crossed, saying and offering nothing. “What? Are you thinking about sticking me with Luc permanently?” I… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“I’m by myself,” she said finally. “No family to speak of.” “I see.” Leaning forward again, he rested his arms against the table. “That… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“What? You think your White Knight’s going to charge in and save the day? Not fucking likely. Nic’s locked up far away from anywhere… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“Then what’s the problem? You keep telling me she’s just a job. So, fine. The job’s done. You found her. You trained her. Now… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“Belonging: that was the name for it. More tempting than sex and so far out of the question as to be unthinkable.” — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“That last night,” she said quietly. “Why did you say you hoped you'd never see me again?” He hadn’t said it; it had been… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“It had only been two days – two days – since he’d seen her last, and yet he’d missed her every step of the… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“When he’d woken that morning to find her gone, he’d used the time alone to clean himself up in every sense of the word.… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“Daniel came to sit beside me, ignoring my wariness and settling into the thin, worn cushion. “Who’d you think I was that first night… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“How do you think I got to this point? Each day another step on an unending staircase? Months of searching, dredging through the filthiest… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“He tasted like summertime - of wicked thunderstorms, fresh clover, and wild honeysuckle - and I had the sensation of falling, my stomach tumbling… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“Nicholas wanted to scream until his throat bled. Or tear apart a wall of concrete with his bare hands. Anything – anything – to… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“I’m going to ask you a question,” I said. “And I want an answer this time, no dodging and no playing cryptic. Is the… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
