“I’ll make some inquiries, but I won’t do it for you. I’ll do it because Frannie would want me to.” “You love her, don’t you?” “Go to hell.” Jack laughed. “You’re too late with that command, mate. I’ve been there… — Lorraine Heath Copy Share Image
“What the hell? Jack was over six feet tall and two hundred pounds with arms like a steel beam. He couldn't get away from that pasty-faced piece of painted pine straw? What a guy. I wanted to punch him in… — Fletcher McHale Copy Share Image
