“Sam…” “What?” she whispered. “Tell me what to do to fix it.” She shook her head and closed her eyes as though she couldn’t bear to see him. “You can’t fix it.” He had to. Failure here was not an option. “Let me try.”
“I’m going to carry you now,” he told her, “so we can move even faster. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Any response from you is unnecessary and unwelcome.”
“Okay,” he said, his breath hitching, his hands shaking like hell as he pried her arms from around his neck and set her away. Deep breath. Another. Okay. Just...um. Okay. Christ. Christ, Darcy, I want you so bad I m afraid I m going to hurt you.”
“Here s the deal. I get to marry you. You get to become a Garrett - although, considering what you re marrying into, I m not certain that s much of an incentive. Dallas to Amy”
“She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn t care. She didn t want him to ever let go.”
“She could not leave him hanging like this. “If you were hurt, I need to know.” It was a rule somewhere, in the good-guy handbook.”
“Ah, well.” He smiled-another one of those devastatingly intoxicating smiles that did unreasonable things to her body temperature and respiration. With a nod and a respectful, “Ma’am,” he left her in the middle of the room. Feeling like she’d been hit by a tank.”
“There are definite advantages to single beds. He sat up abruptly and arranged her legs around his waist. Makes cuddling mandatory.”
“Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts.”
“It worried him. Like him, she had to be exhausted. She smelled like gasoline; her clothes were torn. She had a small white bandage on her forehead where the EMT had cleaned her cut. Dirt smudged her face, her arms, her legs. He knew she still didn t have any underwear, and for the first time, he felt bad about it. Real bad. He wanted to protect her, make her feel secure, keep her from harm—and all he d done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up.”
“Would you believe I was in the neighborhood?” “No. “Well, how about that I needed to see you.” “Why? Did one of my neighbors call and say my cat’s been stalking their bunny?” One corner of his mouth went up. “You know, that sounds like a euphemism. A kind of salacious one” “Ooh, big words for Mr. Average Joe street cop,” she said, knowing she sounded bitchy but unable to help it. “Can you take out the angry eyes, Mrs. Potato Head, and just let me talk to you?”
“Go to bed, he ordered. Go to bed... and stay there.”
“Savannah, I’ve been talking my ass off for more than an hour now, telling you shit no one’s ever heard anything about, hoping that I’ll say something, Jesus God, anything that will convince you to have sex with me.”
“We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.”
“Apparently having your girlfriend get shot in the head and Life Flighted away takes its toll on a guy. Imagine that? I told him it was no biggie, but he’s been kind of edgy about it.”
“If you want, I can carry you—” “I’m fine,” she said shortly. “Let’s go.” He’d said that wrong. He should have said, “I want to carry you.”
“I don t think sleeping with you is going to solve anything, she said, stopping at the guest bedroom door. I don t really care what you think.”