“Are you a relative of her late husband?” the woman asked. His eyes widened. “I beg your pardon?” “It must be so hard for her, pregnant and just widowed,” the middle-aged woman continued. “We’ve all done what we could to… — Diana Palmer Copy Share Image
“Please go away,” she whispered. “Leave me in peace.” He scowled. “Cecily…” “Please, Tate,” she pleaded gently. “Just go home and forget that you know where I am. I’ve broken all my ties in Washington, I’ve put it all behind… — Diana Palmer Copy Share Image
“Go ahead. Ask me who the father is.” He only smiled. “Do I look that stupid to you?” She pushed back her short hair with a sigh. “He doesn’t know, and you’re not to tell him. In English, Apache or Lakota,” she emphasized, covering all her bases. He nodded. “What are you going to do?” “I haven’t the slightest idea,”… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“So the bloodline wasn’t pure.” He shook his head. “It was an excuse, like all the other excuses. I liked my life as it… — Diana Palmer Copy Share Image
“You need a battle plan,” Matt advised. “I never left the base without detailed reconnaissance and a battle plan. It’s why I came home alive.” Tate chuckled in spite of himself. “She’s a woman, not an enemy stronghold.” “That’s what you think,” Matt said, pointing a spoon in the other man’s direction before he lowered it into his cup. “Most… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“Yes?” he said impatiently. There was a pause. “You wouldn’t believe how many people I had to bribe to get this new number of yours. But I didn’t think past getting you to answer the phone,” Colby said reluctantly. “I don’t know how to tell you this.” “You and Cecily are getting married,” Tate drawled sarcastically, hating the very idea… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“Leta walked to the door and opened it with a ready smile for Colby Lane. And found herself looking straight into the eye of a man she hadn’t seen face-to-face in thirty-six years. Matt Holden matched her face against his memories of a young, slight, beautiful woman whose eyes loved him every time they looked at him. His heart spun… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“Pity Matt didn’t help him through a window instead of over a sofa,” she grumbled. “He needs an attitude adjustment.” — Diana Palmer Copy Share Image
“Leta will manage. She’s tough. But Tate is going to learn some things that will hurt him badly. I think he should hear it from his mother.” He sighed angrily. “So I called her up on a pay phone and told her I knew everything, and that she should tell Tate the truth before he hears it on the evening… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“Is the world really a better place now that nothing is considered bad? People just do what they want, with anyone. How is that… — Diana Palmer Copy Share Image
“You were just in South Dakota a couple of weeks ago,” he pointed out. “Why didn’t you get it then?” “It wasn’t available then.” She brushed back a tiny strand of loose hair. “Don’t cross-examine me, okay? It’s been a long day.” He ran a hand around the back of his neck, under his braid of hair, and stared at… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
“I know I said this before, but it bears repeating. You know Tate won’t like you staying with me.” “I don’t care,” she said bitterly. “I don’t tell him where to sleep. It’s none of his business what I do anymore.” He made a rough sound. “Would you like to guess what he’s going to assume if you stay the… — Diana Palmer Copy Share
