“She shot him a look. "What?" he asked. "Where's my journal? I want to jot this down for posterity." Huh? He lifted a confused brow and she smirked, ornery light glinting in her amber brow. "You just spoke, like what? A whole four sentences? Not to mention there were a few adjectives thrown in there. That must be some sort of record. It should be memorialized accordingly, don't you think? She batted her lashed. Jesus, the woman was too much.” RomanceGhostAliIncBlack Knight Book:Hell on Wheels Source: Hell on Wheels
“Sugar. He'd taken to calling her that. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered or irritated. She certainly didn't feel like sugar, not today. Today, she felt far too...unmoored to be something as fine and delicate as sugar. Syrup, maybe. All messy and sticky and slow moving. Yeah, she could probably go along with being called syrup.” RomanceGhostAliIncBlack Knights Book:Hell on Wheels Source: Hell on Wheels