“Livia grabbed Blake’s lapels. “Oh, God. No. They’re going to arrest him.” Blake pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. “He knows that, love,” he murmured. “He knows.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Finally, when they asked him to speak, he found her gray eyes. His voice was husky and raspy, but his words were clear. “Livia. You love me.” Beckett let her go as she climbed back onto Blake’s bed. Blake moved… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
