“We’ve got things under control here.” “‘We’?” Kerry repeated. “Shouldn’t you be out sampling cake or agonizing over invitation fonts? Assuming you don’t have clients to design interiors for.” “I have clients,” Fiona replied easily, honest joy beaming from her… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“She was every bit of everything he remembered about her, all at once and all at the same time. That was Kerry McCrae in… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“Kerry had headed up the back stairs of the pub, and even as exhausted as she was, she’d still found it impossible to wipe… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“I got waylaid by another of your throng of supporters and well-wishers so you only have yourself to blame.” “So I heard,” he said.… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“What’s so amusing, wench?” came a gravel-throated voice from behind her, followed by a gentle swat across her sheet-covered backside. “Just plotting my mutiny,… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“He was very tall, with long arms and legs that would be gawky and awkward on anyone else, but were graceful and elegant on… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“A clearing of a gravelly throat pulled him from his thoughts. He turned and looked at Thomas, the boat captain, who was seventy if… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“Cooper,” she said. “Cooper Jax.” As if saying his name would someone break the spell, vanquish the mirage she was still faintly hoping she… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“I accept your lovely invitation,” he said, then added, “I only have one caveat.” Her relief turned to wary suspicion as she eyed him.… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“**“I get it,” he said. “I was supposed to give you your space. I didn’t want to. So...I compromised. Only, you frustrate the hell… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“Running halfway around the world apparently hadn’t been far enough to leave him and all of what had transpired between her and the entire… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“She shielded her eyes from the sun, her truck keys dangling down the back of her free hand, as Cooper lowered the passenger window… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
“I can’t believe I’m thirty-one-years-old, lying on my back on a pier in broad daylight--in my own hometown, I might add--trying to figure out… — Donna Kauffman Copy Share Image
