“He stopped and looked at her. "Your eyes are leaking." "It's the flowers. They make me sneeze." "Then let us be away from the garden. Open the door, love, if you will." She obeyed, then froze halfway over the threshold. "What did you call me?" "The first of countless endearments if you'll but stir yourself to hold our current course.” IfsFirstsEyeCoursesDoorsFlowerGardenCurrentsCall MeHalfwayThresholdEndearment Author:Lynn Kurland
“He lifed his head and looked down at her seriously. "Could you," he began, then he had to clear his throat. "Could you learn to be fond of me?" he asked. "With enough time?" She looked at him in surprise. It was the first time in all their acquaintance that she'd heard him sound the least bit hesitant. "I don't need to learn anything," she said, before she thought better of it.” NeedsFirstsSaidEnoughBitsSoundClearHeardFirst TimeSurpriseThroatAcquaintanceEnough TimeHesitant Author:Lynn Kurland
