“I thought you were a drunk." "A drunk?" "Bloodshot eyes, dirty clothes, getting home in the wee hours of the morning, making a lot of noise, grouchy all the time as if you had a hangover… what else was I to think?" He rubbed his face. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I should have showered, shaved, and dressed in a suit before I came out to tell you that you were making enough noise to raise the dead.” IfsThinkingShouldEnoughHomeEyeFacesHoursMorningClothesShould HaveRaisesSorryNoiseSuitsDrunkDirtyHangoverGrouchyBloodshot EyesDirty Clothes Book:Mr Perfect Source: Mr Perfect
“God, I love you," he said, and laid his head on her belly, his arms locked around her hips. Madelyn slid her fingers into his hair. "It took you long enough," she said gently. "What I lack in quickness, I make up in staying power." "Meaning?" "That I'll still be telling you that fifty years from now." He paused and turned his head to kiss her stomach.” YearsLongSaidStillsEnoughLove YouHairArmsKissingFingersHipsFiftyStayingStomachLockedBellyQuicknessStaying Power Book:Duncan's Bride Source: Duncan's Bride
“You guys take over while I go put on a shirt." Mrs. Kulavich had edged close enough to hear him. She beamed at him. "Don't bother on my account," she said. "Sadie!" Mr. Kulavich said in rebuke. "Oh, hush, George! I'm old, not dead!" "I'll remind you of that the next time I want to watch the Playboy Channel," he growled.” WantSaidEnoughGuyNextWatchesAccountsBotherShirtsNext TimePlayboyHushRebukeSadie Author:Linda Howard
