“Hugh was a man who could stroke magic from a guitar as fluidly as he did from her body. A man who tenderly held a child when doing so exposed old grief.” — Catherine Mann Copy Share Image
“one step at a time he inched her toward the flickering fireplace, stopping at the bear rug in front of the stone hearth. She” — Catherine Mann Copy Share Image
“Straightening, he towered over her, his eyes glowing with unmistakable heat. "I would find the nearest supply closet and take you up on that… — Catherine Mann Copy Share Image
“It's okay that it's not okay. It's not a matter of weak or strong. Some things will never be right, no matter how much… — Catherine Mann Copy Share Image
“Her forehead fell to rest on the tile, her eyes burning, flooding, overflowing with the pain he seemed unable to express and she couldn’t… — Catherine Mann Copy Share Image
“Hugh was a man who could stroke magic from a guitar as fluidly as he did from her body. A man who tenderly held… — Catherine Mann Copy Share Image
