Everything I Know, I Learned From Dogs.

No Second Chance?" A Wry Smile Twisted Carrick's Lips. "there Might Have Been, Had I Not Waited So Long To Take It.

-the Little Things,emma. The Gestures,the Moments. And The Big. I Let Him See My Heart. I Gave It To Him,even When I Believed He Couldn't Or Wouldn't Take It. I Gave It Anyway-a Gift. Even If He Broke It. I Was Very Brave. Love Is Very Brave.

I Didn't Get Fired." "you Didn't Punch Your Boss And Get Fired From The Tribune? That's What I Heard." "i Punched What Could Loosely Be Called A Colleague For Cribbing My Notes On A Story And Since The Editor–who Happened To Be The Asshole's Uncle–took His Word Over Mine, I Quit." "to Write Books. Is It Fun?" "i Guess It Is." "i Bet You Killed The Asshole In The First One You Wrote." "you'd Be Right. Beat Him To Death With A Shovel. Very Satisfying.

I'm Sorry. It's Hard For Me. I Do Love You," She Said Quietly. "sometimes It Scares Me Because You're The First. And The Only" He Held Her There Until He Was Sure He Could Speak, Then Eased Her Back, Looked Into Her Eyes "you've Chaged My Life. Become My Life." He Touched His Lips To Hers, Let The Kiss Deepen Slowly, Silkily. "i Need You

He Shook His Head And Eyed Roarke. "you Don't Look Like A Cop." "i'm Not And Thank You For Noticing.