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1 " Why don't you put your ego down for a while, Justin. It must be getting heavy. "
― Nora Roberts , The MacGregors: Serena & Caine (The MacGregors, #1 -2)
2 " Why do I find it irresistible when you tell me to go to hell so politely? "
3 " Some romantic you are," Caine complained as he pushed the door open with his back."Whatever happened to women who liked to be swept off their feet?""They got dropped," Diana said flatly. "
4 " Do you always get away with the outrageous?""Mostly. Are you always s beautiful in the morning?""Don't waste your charm.""It's all right, I have more. "
5 " My apartment's only about a block away.""Isn't that handy.""Fate," he countered as he took a seat on the sofa and made himself at home. "Fantasic, isn't it?""One day very soon, I'm going to tell you what you can do with that fate of yours. "
6 " Justin turned to give her one of his cool, unsmiling looks. Butterflies fluttered in her throat. She'd be very careful, Serena decided, as if she were walking through a minefield."What are you thinking?""About bombs," she answered blandly, "deadly camoflaged bombs." She gave him a quick,innocent grin. "Are we going to eat soon? I'm starving. "
7 " I'll walk you back,"he said with such apparently boundless amiability that Diana wanted to deck him."That isn't necessary," she began as her hand was clasped by his."I suppose I could walk ten paces behind or ten paces in front."As she let out a frustrated breath, Caine grinned down at her. "You're not angry because we exchanged a friendly kiss? After all, we're family.""There was nothing friendly or familial about it," Diana muttered."No," he lifted her hand to his lips, then lightly nipped at her knuckle. "Maybe we should try again. "
8 " You all right?" Diana let out a deep breath. "Ask me again when I'm not praying. "
9 " I like it,"he said at length. "You're putting a lot of yourself into this place.""Shall I tell you just what your approval means to me?" Diana asked, not bothering to smother a yawn. "
10 " How do I know you'll stay? How do I know, if I let myself love you, that one day there wouldn't be someone else, something else, and you'd just walk away? I can handle being alone now, I know how. But I can't-- I won't be left again. "