“I made lasagna for dinner," Tamsyn called out. "That work for you?"He continued to look at her, as if he'd drink her up with his eyes. "Anything is fine.""Maybe I shouldn't waste my lasagna on you, then." Tamsyn grabbed a container from the cooling unit. "How about some cardboard instead?"Brenna found herself amused in spite of the blood that continued to scent the air and the taut expectation that stretched between her and Judd. Lips twitching, she waited for his response."Cardboard has no nutritional value." Utterly toneless. "Lasagna would be a better choice.”

“Qhuinn gave in immediately, as he was categorically incapable of denying the female anything — most certainly not one of her hugs. They were even better than her lasagna.”

“You will be glad to know that Mary has made something special for dinner.""Something edible, I hope."Her lips twitched. "Absolutely.""Then it's doubly a pity that I don't want dinner this evening." The hunger that roared through him had nothing to do with food."No dinner? But Mary-""Are you hungry?"She gave an odd flicker of a smile. "I couldn't eat anything now if my life depended on it."Her admission relaxed his taut nerves. She was as affected as he was. Good. That's how it should be.”

“Trace is cooking Nonna's lasagna.""Wow. I must see this.""He was wearing her little apron and everything.""Got a camera?”

“Her beautiful eyes and lips were very grave as she made her choice, and Anthony thought again how naive was her every gesture; she took all the things of life for hers to choose from and apportion, as though she were continually picking out presents for herself from an inexhaustible counter.”

“That Sindy. She was so damn smart. But I never told her that. I also never told her that I loved her, or that I loved the two little stretch marks she got from carrying Vera. Or that I loved that freckle on her forehead. I never told her that I loved her lasagna or that I thought her views on politics were clever. I just kept my mouth shut because I thought that made me safe.”