A Ghra. A Amhain. My Love. My

I'll Walk You Back,"he Said With Such Apparently Boundless Amiability That Diana Wanted To Deck Him. "that Isn't Necessary," She Began As Her Hand Was Clasped By His. "i Suppose I Could Walk Ten Paces Behind Or Ten Paces In Front." As She Let Out A Frustrated Breath, Caine Grinned Down At Her. "you're Not Angry Because We Exchanged A Friendly Kiss? After All, We're Family." "there Was Nothing Friendly Or Familial About It," Diana Muttered. "no," He Lifted Her Hand To His Lips, Then Lightly Nipped At Her Knuckle. "maybe We Should Try Again.

If You Do Not Step Forward You Will Always Remain Where You Are.

Love Makes Saints Or Sinners Out Of Men.

He Loves Me." "you Sound Surprised." "nobody Ever Did. Not Like This. It's Easy To Say, For Some People. The Words. But It's Not Just Words With Roarke. He Sees Inside Me, And It Doesn't Matter.

There's No Reward Without Work, No Victory Without Effort, No Battle Won Without Risk.