“Sweeney: I can just see all you tough young soldiers cuddling together. Richard: Not cuddling, huddling. There's a difference.” I CanTogetherYoungDifferencesToughSoldierCuddlingSweeney Author:Linda Howard
“I'll tell you what's wrong!" he roared, "I'm trying to quit smoking!" Then he strode angrily to the truck, leaving her standing there. She blinked her eyes, and slowly a smile stretched her lips. She strolled to the truck and got in. "So, are you homicidal or merely as irritable as a wounded buffalo?" "About halfway in between," he said through clenched teeth. "Anything I can do to help?" His eyes were narrow and intense. "It isn't just the cigarettes. Take off your panties and lock your legs around me, and I'll show you.” TryingSaidI CanHelpingShowsEyeCan DoStandingLeavingLipsLegsQuittingIntenseTeethHis EyesSmokingCigaretteLocksWoundedHer EyesTruckHalfwayStanding ThereQuit SmokingBuffaloPantiesHomicidal Author:Linda Howard
“Okay, let me get a pen." There were rustling noises. "I can't find one." More noises. "Okay,shoot." "You found a pen?" "No, but I have a can of Cheez Whiz. I'll write your number on the counter with it, then find a pen and copy it." Jaine recited her number and listened to the spewing noise as Shelley Cheez-Whizzed it on her countertop.” WritingI CanFoundNumbersOkayLet MeNoiseCopiesPensShelley Author:Linda Howard
