He understood that she needed some time to get used to "them." He didn't. He knew exactly what was happening, and he didn't need another week, another month, another year, to get things in perspective. He loved her. It was that plain. That simple.

Cindy Gerard

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What, no Power Rangers Band-Aids ?" "Shut up, Garett." "Yes, ma'a... by Cindy Gerard

What, no Power Rangers Band-Aids ?" "Shut up, Garett." "Yes, ma'am.

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Because they're probably long gone. Are you hurt?" Gabe asked with enough urgency that she realized he must have felt shiver in delayed reaction to the hole in the door. "No. No, I'm okay. What a about you? Are you hurt?" "Only if you count the fact that you damned near ripped off my plumbing groping around for my phone." She made a sound of exasperation. "Now? You pick now to become a comedian?" "It's all about timing," he whispered back.

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I don't think sleeping with you is going to solve anything," she said, stopping at the guest bedroom door. "I don't really care what you think.

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Amy sat back and grinned. "You just smiled." That was definitely something else she could get used to. Of course, he frowned immediately. "I smile.

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Go away. I told you, I'm not interested." She looked from his lap to his face. "Your nose is growing too.

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He hugged her hard. "I love you. My life is so much better with y... by Cindy Gerard

He hugged her hard. "I love you. My life is so much better with you in it than out of it.

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I generally find subtlety a waste of time. by Cindy Gerard

I generally find subtlety a waste of time.

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She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn't care. She didn't want him to ever let go.

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Go to bed," he ordered. "Go to bed... and stay there. by Cindy Gerard

Go to bed," he ordered. "Go to bed... and stay there.

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Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble. "Amy?" Oh, God. It was Amy. "Get away from her," Jenna ordered, stepping out from behind the conifer, wielding the iron pan like a club. Both men stopped. Glanced at her. Glanced at each other over Amy's head. "What?" The biggest one grunted out a surly laugh. "Or you'll souffle us?" Okay. She was definitely going after him first.

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I existed until I met you. Now I'm alive. by Cindy Gerard

I existed until I met you. Now I'm alive.

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