“You touch everyone, Emily. You touch a father's heart. A stranger's loyalty, and the soul I never knew Ihad. You touch it, and you remind us of all the innocence we've lost in the world."- Kell Krieger”

“I didn't promise I wouldn't break your tender heart, Mica. Protect it from me. Don't let me touch that part of you. Don't let me destroy both of us that way.”

“I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.”

“You city boys and your psychologists. Just what we need, some fancy-pants lollygaggin' around telling us all how we need to get in touch with our inner child...I find that little inner bastard and I'll choke the shit out of him for the hell of it.~ Jackal ~”

“Her eyes opened then. They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss.“I felt you,” she whispered, a smile tilting her moist lips. “Watching me. Should I feel you watching me?”Was she asleep or awake?“Of course.” He found the growl building in his throat. “Every time I look at you, baby, I touch you.”

“Micah knew the power of a look. When two people touched from across a distance, that touch could be frightening, wary, or a stroke of gentleness. He stroked her gently. He never let his eyes dip below her chin; rather, he let himself take in every nuance of expression, every shift of each facial motion, the flicker of her lashes, the shadows in her eyes, the tension in her small body. She was like a bird ready to fly. Poised at the edge of her seat, her body stiff and prepared to run.”

“You’ve carried my heart, all this time. Hell, you owned my soul. Don’t ask me to stop dreaming of you, or to stop asking for tomorrow. Because for five years the hope that came with each tomorrow was all I had left. Remember that.”