Tuesday, June 12, 2012

The Witness
By Nora Roberts

"Listen up." He stalked back over to her, pulled her to her feet. "I expect - no, demand - more respect than that from you. I'm not some weak-spined half-ass fuckhead who slithers off when everything's not just exactly perfect. I loved you an hour ago. I love you now. I'm going to keep right on loving you, so get used to it and stop expecting me to let you down. It's insulting, and it's pissing me off."

"She makes me happy. When I'm with her I feel like that's where I'm supposed to be, where I've been wanting to be. And everything that matters makes sense."

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