“The bold colors of the American flag stood out over her husband’s coffin. Colors of honor. Colors of freedom. Colors of sacrifice. She’d never thought they’d be the colors of death.” — Lindsay Cross Copy Share Image
“The bold colors of the American flag stood out over her husband’s coffin. Colors of honor. Colors of freedom. Colors of sacrifice. She’d never… — Lindsay Cross Copy Share Image
“What?” He wasn’t giving up? “Your temper might scare off a weaker man, but not me. Because deep down, I know you want me… — Lindsay Cross Copy Share Image
“I know you’re scared and confused right now. Dammit, I’m confused too. But at least I’m willing to give the future a chance. You’re… — Lindsay Cross Copy Share Image
“Anyway, I like to appreciate my time with women, take it slow.” “Yeah, appreciate them right into a nursing home. You haven't had a… — Lindsay Cross Copy Share Image
“They can't do that." Amy said. “We will call the police.” “No. The police no help illegals. They would send us back. Arturo” — Lindsay Cross Copy Share Image
“I was killing before you were out of diapers, boy. No way am I staying behind when my girls are in danger. Save it.… — Lindsay Cross Copy Share Image
“Hank had given up his bachelor lifestyle and became an immediate father to two rough boys off the street. He’d taught them respect. He’d… — Lindsay Cross Copy Share Image
