“You're Miss F's boyfriend?" Danny looked up in disbelief, his gaze following Jim around the room. "You're real?" Tommy echoed the same surprise. "Dude, I thought she was some sad old lady like my mom, making up stories about her… — Julie Miller Copy Share Image
“After he tipped his hat and left, Jillian watched him stride down the hallway. Yeah, Big-brotherly overprotection aside, fortysomething looked good on the police… — Julie Miller Copy Share Image
“She liked seeing John smile. He was usually so serious and guarded. The flash of boyish teasing warmed her heart. She’d liked the faintly possessive stamp of that kiss, too. Although she’d never imagined she would enjoy any man showing possessive tendencies around her again, there was something healthy and respectful, and completely new about the way John liked to… — Julie Miller Copy Share
“Life isn't easy... Sometimes, stuff happens that isn't your fault, that you can't control. It doesn't mean you've failed or that or that you won't fail again. It just means that you have to fight harder. You have to be stronger. You can't let the bad stuff win. You have to keep getting up and moving forward even when you're… — Julie Miller Copy Share
“He needed her to understand. He needed her to believe his words. “There’s a difference between control and desire. Between respect and using. You… — Julie Miller Copy Share Image
“That was bliss. Being cared for. Wanted. Feeling so necessary to someone’s existence that there was no place for the loneliness inside her.” — Julie Miller Copy Share Image
“You can’t wear that outfit around Fiona.” “I earned the right to wear this uniform.” “And you should be commended for that. But my… — Julie Miller Copy Share Image
“You're Miss F's boyfriend?" Danny looked up in disbelief, his gaze following Jim around the room. "You're real?" Tommy echoed the same surprise. "Dude,… — Julie Miller Copy Share Image
“He climbed into the bed behind her and spooned his body to hers, pulling the covers up over them both. “Sleep, sweetheart.” Brushing her… — Julie Miller Copy Share Image
“He wished he had some witty, romantic comeback. But he was the man he was, and words had never been a gift. “How about… — Julie Miller Copy Share Image
“Dirty Harriet there is a loose cannon. She pulled a gun on my men.” “They were unconscious.” “What if they weren’t? We’d have had… — Julie Miller Copy Share Image
