Sublime

Suddenly Thomas Bowman entered the discussion, his mustache twitching angrily. “She is my daughter,” he roared, “and she may speak as she wishes!”

“I’m tired of helping people who don’t deserve it, and I know it isn’t up to me to decide who that is. One life is just as important as another. Everyone is someone’s son or daughter.” He shook his head. “For every thousand people we save, we’re blamed for the deaths of another ten thousand.” Those purple eyes flicked toward me. “Nothing I do will

Summer: Rhett Eaton. I know you are not texting and driving with the daddy-to-be in your car. Cade: He is. Rhett: Red light, Princess. And why are you only worried about Cade and not me? Summer: TODAY ISN’T ABOUT YOU.

“Starting today, you can spend two years of your life trying to right this wrong. Not a second or a minute or an hour more.” Adeline fixed his gaze. “Sure.” “I know that look. I’m serious, Adeline. Two years. No more.” “I don’t like this deal.” “It’s the only one you’re going to get. Because I made a deal too—a promise to your mother that I would d

The theater tickets had been intended as a romantic gesture, a let’s-do-something-romantic-because-all-we-do-is-fight, and she’d abandoned him there, she’d left him onstage performing CPR on a dead actor and gone home, and now she wanted him to buy milk.

Alexander saw that it was Martha Blount, and not Teresa, who had waited outside to greet him. He stepped down, and she came toward him, smiling and blushing. The sight filled him with affection.

“He wants Dr. Gibson.” “Gibson’s in King’s Cross, isn’t she? We can fetch our family physician far more quickly.” “He doesn’t want her as a doctor,” Kathleen had said softly. “He wants the woman he loves.”