Shh,” he whispered. “You asked me if I loved you. I do. I love you more than life itself. Nothing matters in this world but that you live. Can you do that for me? Can you live? — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“REINHART PULLED HER close, his hand against the back of her head, holding her to his chest. His heart pounded against his ribs. “Shh,” he whispered against her ear. “Do not cry. My Liebling . . . my sweet. Don’t cry.” He” — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
