“Your hair is all funky in the morning.”

“As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about him suggested valor and power and a firm handshake.”

“You're getting your weird all over me.”

“Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.”

“Because I knew it wasn't for forever." Grace touched his hair and he bent his head to kiss her, quiet as a secret.”

“Adam didn't look at him when he said, finally, "It doesn't matter how you say it. It's what you wanted, in the end. All your things in one place, all under your roof. Everything you own right where you can see...”

“Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.”