“Oh, Cole,” she said, “the jewelry box is lovely—” “It’s not for jewelry.” She gazed up at him, surprised by his somber tone. “Then what—” “It’s a memory box, Devon. Something in which to store all those memories you collect,… — Victoria Lynne Copy Share Image
I am three different people. The person you want me to be, the person I wish I could be, and who I really am. — Victoria Lynne Copy Share Image
“Tell me,” Cole coaxed again, “how would you handle me?” “Well,” she began hesitantly, her eyes locked on his, “I suppose I’d begin by… — Victoria Lynne Copy Share Image
“He ran his knuckles over her cheek as their gazes met and held. So much. He had been given so much. The sound of their daughters’ high-pitched laughter drew their gazes away from each other nd toward their children. The girls came running toward them, breathless and excited. Their hair was messed in tousled disarray, their gowns were smeared with… — Victoria Lynne Copy Share
“Cole smiled. “Love you,” he whispered softly. “I’ll be back soon to show you how much.” — Victoria Lynne Copy Share Image
“She pulled away, almost out of breath, and gazed up into his eyes. They were dark with passion and fire, fit within by a… — Victoria Lynne Copy Share Image
“I’ll teach you to dance.” She smiled. “Right here?” “Absolutely.” “Are you going to sing for me as well?” He sighed. “Have you ever… — Victoria Lynne Copy Share Image
“Oh, Cole,” she said, “the jewelry box is lovely—” “It’s not for jewelry.” She gazed up at him, surprised by his somber tone. “Then… — Victoria Lynne Copy Share Image
“She released a small sigh at her own stubbornness. There was no greater fool than a woman who looked at a man and saw… — Victoria Lynne Copy Share Image
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked huskily. “I don’t know, but I suspect you’ll think of something.” — Victoria Lynne Copy Share Image
“But you kissed me!” He wished she’d quit reminding him of that. It just made him want to do it all over again. “Devon,… — Victoria Lynne Copy Share Image
