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“Yes. Kissing. Overrated.””I could change your mind,” Zach said, surprising the hell out of them both. Why would he take something as simple as this banter as a challenge? “I don’t know that I want to, but I feel right sure I could.””How arrogant. How typically male.””I suppose.” He shrugged and reached for the wine bottle. “More?”She nodded, frowning now. “How do you know you could change my mind? It’s been a long time since you… well—””Over two years.” The pain was there, an ache in his chest he imagined he would feel every time he thought of Hannah.And he thought of her every day. Dreamed of her about as often. But lately, maybe only in the past week, he’d begun to realize that his life had not ended with his wife’s.He either had to die or start living again.”
— Tracy Sumner

“Damn, you’re good,’ he said and rolled onto his back. The man wasn’t much for flowery speech, Alesandra thought with a smile. It didn’t matter. She was arrogantly proud of herself because she’d pleased him. Perhaps she should give him a little praise too. She rolled onto her side to face him, put her hand on his chest directly over his pounded heart, and whispered. ‘You’re good, too. ‘Tis the truth, you’re the best I’ve ever had.’ He opened his eyes to look at her. ‘I’m the only one you’ve ever had, remember?’ His voice was gruff with affection. ‘I remember,’ she said. ‘No other man is ever going to touch you, Alesandra. You’re mine.”
— Julie Garwood