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21 " dropped you off at the day care? Did she tell you where she was going?” Geneva cast her gaze down. A few seconds later a tear dropped onto the puppy’s back. In that moment Justin felt pain like he’d never known before. He took Geneva’s hand and gave it a tender squeeze. “S-she said she had to go away. That she would be gone a long time.” “I’m sorry, honey. That must have made you sad.” She nodded. “She said I couldn’t come. I had to stay with you.” He heard fear in her voice, "
― C.J. Carmichael , Bitter Roots (Bitter Root Mysteries, #1)
22 " back in the seventies four women were killed. Librarians.... The odd message arrived in Dougal Lachlan’s Inbox on the last Friday in May, channeled through his website into a special folder he used for fan mail. He was slouched into the sofa in his East Village apartment, going through line-edits on his latest true crime manuscript. His cat Borden, having been denied her favorite perch—the one on his lap—was curled up on the cushion beside him. Normally "
― C.J. Carmichael , Buried (Twisted Cedar Mysteries, #1)
23 " spell. Reluctant to stop reading, she closed the book, and then slipped it into her purse so she could pick it up later at home. She went to the windows that banked the west wall where chairs and tables were arranged next to a display of magazines. Ian "
24 " Make that two tenants,” Dougal said. “I’m giving my notice today, too.” * "
25 " back in the seventies four women were killed. Librarians.... "
26 " But wanting to change, and actually making it happen were two different things. "
― C.J. Carmichael , Promise Me, Cowboy (Carrigans of the Circle C #1; 75th Copper Mountain Rodeo #3)
27 " She wished she could just set down the secret and leave it somewhere. But secrets were like land mines. You had to make sure no one stepped on them. Or the whole family might blow up. "
28 " He rubbed the side of his face, using his left hand. No wedding ring, she noticed. But then there hadn’t been last time, either. He gave her a lopsided smile. “Sounds like you’re still a little angry.” “I’m not angry, O’Dell. Just really not interested in seeing you. Or talking to you. Or even breathing the same air as you.” His eyebrows went up. “That’s harsh.” Obviously not harsh enough because he didn’t leave. Instead he wandered to the display of chocolate letters and selected an “S.” For Sage? “ I owe you an apology,” he allowed. “Five years ago you owed me an apology. Now, you just need to walk out that door and let me go on pretending I never met you.” He sighed like she was the dolt in the classroom who just didn’t get it. “I did try to apologize. But you left town mighty fast.” Less than twenty-four hours after she crashed on that second barrel, her father had shown up in Casper, Wyoming and had whisked her home. But there had been time for Dawson to reach her. If he’d wanted to. That had been the last rodeo she’d ever competed in. And it had been the last time she’d let herself get tangled up with a cowboy, too. “Sage, even if it is a little late, I still want to say it. I was sorry then, and I’m sorry now.” Damn, if he didn’t look sincere. But she hardened her heart. Facts were facts and how sorry could he be if he’d waited so long to find her? Keeping her tone artificially sweet, she asked, “What exactly are you sorry for? Would "
― C.J. Carmichael , A Cowgirl's Christmas (Carrigans of the Circle C, #5)