“You speak Italian," she says, unconvinced. "Si." "Say something." "Sii la mia schiava d'amore," I purr. Her expression is guarded. "What did you say?" An amuse smile pulls at my lips. "I'll never tell." Somehow I don't think she'd agree… — Lisa Desrochers Copy Share Image
“All I can off you are painful memories and my broken soul, but I love you, and if you'll allow it, I promise to… — Lisa Desrochers Copy Share Image
“She gets to the bottom of the stairs, and I lift her off the ground and kiss her. As I lower her back to… — Lisa Desrochers Copy Share Image
“We've got priests and prostitutes and a gay girl from Biloxi. Yep, just your average Christmas morning.” — Lisa Desrochers Copy Share Image
“There’s no crying in baseball and no love in Hell. It’s just the rules.” — Lisa Desrochers Copy Share Image
“I really miss us, Trent.” I swallow. “I miss how I could tell you everything and how I knew you’d never judge me. I… — Lisa Desrochers Copy Share Image
“I try to pretend his shoulder touching mine isn’t causing totally unrelated parts of me to tingle.” — Lisa Desrochers Copy Share Image
“I elbow him. “You’re such a pig.” He grins. “I’m not a pig, I’m a guy—which, now that I think about it, is pretty… — Lisa Desrochers Copy Share Image
“Sii la mia schiava d’amore,” I purr. Her expression is guarded. “What did you say?” An amused smile pulls at my lips. “I’ll never… — Lisa Desrochers Copy Share Image
“And I start to say that I’m not lying now, but I am, so that would be a lie.” — Lisa Desrochers Copy Share Image
“But his eyes say what he can’t. I see it, clear as day, even if she doesn’t. He’d give up his wings for her.… — Lisa Desrochers Copy Share Image
