Marry Me, Rebecca...you Might As Well Say

A Woman Doesn't Want To Be Told She Looks Nice,' Jude Nuttered As She Sat Down Beside Maud's Grave. "she Wants To Be Told She's Beautiful, Sexy. That She Looks Outrageous. It Dosen't Matter If Its Not True.' She Sighed And Laid The Flowers Against The Headstone. 'because For The Moment, When The Words Are Said And The Words Are Heard, It's Perfect Truth.

I'm Still Picking Pockets--i Just Do It As Legally As I Can. Being Married To A Cop Limits Certain Activities.

Know What You Want, Work To Get It, Then Value It Once You Have It.

For Once, He Slept First. She Lay In The Dark, Listening To Him Breathe, Stealing A Little Of His Warmth As Her Own Body Cooled. Since He Was Asleep, She Stroked His Hair. "i Love You," She Murmured. "i Love You So Much, I'm Stupid About It." With A Sigh, She Settled Down, Closed Her Eyes, And Willed Her Mind To Empty. Beside Her, Roarke Smiled Into The Dark. He Never Slept First.

You Bring The Color And The Life. It's A Lucky Man Who Is Offered That Color And Life, And A Wise One Who Values It.