“Staring at him theway she might stare at a beloved place shewas not sure she would ever see again, tryingto commit the details to memory, to paintthem on the backs of her eyelids that shemight see it when she shut her eyes to sleep.”

“Livia nodded. Seeing him puttering around in her kitchen, turning on the familiar faucet, solidified her feeling of destiny. She knew, staring at his back, that he would not go hungry again. She would have him, warm and safe, with her every day. It was perfectly clear. She would need to talk with her father. It was time for her to be on her own.”

“If she sees him again, she isn't sure what she might do. Only that it will include grievous bodily harm and possible grounds for her own firing.”

“The new man was again staring at her, staring at him, challenging her, knowing that she was considering him, wanting her to know that he was considering her. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with a man who absolutely didn't need her, but merely wanted her.”

“And to see the white flash of Klaus's eyes as he whirled on her. For one stunned instant she stared at him, and then lightning crackled.From an empty sky.”

“She was flustered; he could see it in theway she kept twisting her fingers together. Did she think he was going to throw her downon the seat and rape her? After all, he was a renegade Indian, and capable of anything.Then again, the way she looked, maybe this was the most excitement she'd ever had.”