“He left slowly, as if he had to pry himself away before he something improper. A growing part of me wished he'd stayed.”

“But he'd never been in love. He knew that was what he was really asking himself. He'd never given himself to someone else completely. He'd always held something back, even if he hadn't known that he was doing it. He'd reserved the deepest part of him, the part that truly was him, because he'd feared that once he gave it away he would never get it back.”

“But he was so attuned to my every movement I was sure he was reading my mind. HE had no inhibitions, and whatever ones he discovered I had he'd pry away from me like little treasures. ”

“The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know.”

“He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.”

“He was too explosive for her to touch him so intimately. It would lead to the wrong things. And places he'd banned himself from. As her protector, he had to stay away from her. That was how it worked. This, he could not stray from. Not again. Even if it killed him.”