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" I don’t need all the fuss, all the details, all the trimmings. All, essentially, that we do here. Emma does, and Parker will, and God knows Mac’s gotten into it.”
“She has, and I think it’s been a surprise to her.”
“But I don’t. I don’t need a ring or a license, or a spectacular white dress. It’s not marriage so much, or at all really, that matters. It’s the promise. It’s the knowing someone wants me to be part of his life. Someone loves me, that I’m the one for him. That’s not just enough, it’s everything. "
― Nora Roberts , Savor the Moment (Bride Quartet, #3)
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" Laurel’s in right field, leading off. Her fielding’s crap, but she’s got a good bat.”
“My fielding is not crap.” She hit Del with the glove. “Keep it up and you’re not going to have any problem winning that beat, Brown.”
When she stalked off, Mal took an easy, testing swing. “What bet?”
Laurel strode straight up to Mac. “I want to switch with you. I want to play on Jack’s team.”
“Baseball slut. Okay by me, but you’d better tell Jack.”
She walked over to where Jack sat on the ground writing his lineup. “I switched with Mac. I’m on your team.”
“Trading the redhead for the blonde. Okay, let me figure… You’re right field, leading off.”
Son of a bitch. Did he and Del have telepathy? Laurel narrowed her eyes. “Why right field?”
He flicked her a glance, and she saw him reconsider his response. “You’ve got a strong arm.”
She pointed at him. “Good answer.”
“How come you… Hey. Hey, is that Mal? Del hooked Mal?” Jack barred his teeth. “So that’s the way he wants to play the game?”
“Let’s kick his ass. "
― Nora Roberts , Savor the Moment (Bride Quartet, #3)
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" I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers; Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. —ROBERT HERRICK "
― Nora Roberts , Savor the Moment (Bride Quartet, #3)
