“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
“A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Well, at least six or seven, anyway, because a thousand thoughts are a lot. Try counting your own thoughts and see how long it takes you to get to a thousand.” TryingMindWellsLongThousandSixSevenRanCounting Book:To Die For: A Novel Source: To Die For: A Novel
“Do you know why men name their cocks?" "No, why?" she asked, trying to stifle her laughter. "So most of the major decisions in their lives won’t be made by a total stranger.” KnowsMenTryingMadeNamesDecisionMajorsLaughterStrangerDo You Know Book:Night Moves: Dream Man/After the Night Source: Night Moves: Dream Man/After the Night
