We Make Destiny With Every Turn, Every

You Know, Lieutenant, You Wear Your Weapon The Way Other Women Wear Pearls." "it's Not A Fashion Accessory.

When You Find Nothing... It Means You're Eliminating What Surrounds The Something.

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.

My Fondest Wish, I Suppose, Would Be To Die At The Keyboard Right After Finishing A Book, Perhaps With A Little Time Off To Have Some Really Good Sex. It's Not, 'oh, Thank God, This Is Book No. 250. I Can Die Now.'

Nothing Worthwhile Is Ever Without Complications.