“Good night, Owe,” she whispered. “Good night, Red. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite.” “You would have to mention bugs,” she muttered. Owen laughed.” — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“Owen took a step forward, blocking Blackjack’s path. For the first time, Trace noticed Owen was wearing his badge above his heart. “You don’t… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“What’s your greatest regret?” she asked. He turned to look at her, then focused his eyes on the windshield in front of him. “You.”… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“Once they were inside the park Bay asked, “Isn’t there a store at the Rio Grande Village?” “What is it you need?” “Chocolate.” “It’s… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“Bay caressed his smooth cheek. “You shaved. It feels soft.” He caught her hand and kissed her palm. “Go,” he said, opening the bathroom… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“Stay put,” he said. “I don’t want you setting off any explosives that’ll get us both killed.” “Let me go with you.” “I don’t… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“As she lifted her own backpack over the side of the black, heavy-duty dodge pickup, Owen took it out of her hands and set… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“She slipped into the shadows and waited, like a she-wolf, for her quarry. Bay caught her breath when Owen Blackthorne stepped into the cool… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“You’re going to have some really sexy scars back here, Owe.” “Do girls go for that sort of thing?” She was surprised to hear… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“I don't trust you to go alone," Charlotte said. "You'll end up getting killed in a duel with Braddock." "If I do, it won't… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“My brother is somewhere in here.” She paused and added in an almost inaudible voice, “I think.” Owen bit back an oath. He’d been… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“Cowboys are always leaping from their horses in the movies, and they never get hurt.” “You forgot to roll.” “Oh. I knew I did… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“When Bay was done she looked down at herself, dressed in a plain white bra, torn bikini underwear, and cowboy boots. “I feel like… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“Every day is precious. And like is too damned short!” Ren hadn’t forgotten the heart attack that had nearly killed Blackjack two years before.… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
“She tightened her seat belt yet again, so she felt like she was wearing a strait jacket—appropriate dress for someone as crazy as she… — Joan Johnston Copy Share Image
