“Dependence, she knew, and the longing for more than what you had, led to unhappiness and discontent.”

“I’ve been happy alone and I’ve been unhappy without you. I never wanted to depend on anyone, or to let myself care so much I could be made unhappy. But I depend on you and I love you.”

“How long are you staying?"This time she did laugh. "Always gracious.A few days," she told him. "No more than a week.No,please." She held up her hand, palm up. "Don't beg me to extend my visit; I simply can't stay any longer." She knew he would scowl and swear and open his house to her for as long as she needed.He finished off the last of his eggs. "Okay, you can drive into town for supplies while you're here.""Always happy to be of service," Shelby muttered. "How do you manage to get every major newspaper in the country delivered out here?""I pay for it," he said simply. "They think I'm odd.""You are odd.”

“I want you more than I should," she heard herself say. "I have you less than I want.”

“They never see what you are." Shocked, Jude glanced around to see who'd spoken, then realized she had."Don't they?" Brenna wanted to know, lifting her brow as she topped off Jude's glass yet again."They see a reflection of their own perception. Whore or angel, mother or child. Depending on their view, they're compelled to protect or conquer or exploit. Or you're a convenience," she murmured."Easily discarded.”

“I'm used to keeping things to myself, it's habit.And then...And then I kept things from you because the harder I fell in love with you,the more terrified I was. Look,damn it, I didn't want to depend on anyone for-" He broke off to drag a hand through his hair."For what?""For being there when I needed them," he said on a long breath.”

“I didn't intend-we shouldn't be-I didn't...Oh!" She shut her eyes, frustrated that she could be reduced to stammering confusion."Why don't you run that by me again?"The trace of humor in his voice had her springing to her feet.She wasn't light-headed, she told herself. She'd simply sat too long and rose too quickly. "Look, this is hardly the place for this kind of thing.""What kind of thing?" he countered, rising,too,but with a lazy ease that moved muscle by muscle. "We were only kissing.That's more popular than making friendly conversation.Kissing you's become a habit." He reached out for her hair,then let it drift through his spread fingers. "I don't break them easily.""In this case-" she paused to even her breathing "-I think you should make an exception."He studied her, trying to make light of something that had struck him down to the bone. "You're quite a mix, Genvieve. The practiced seductress one minute,the confused virgin the next. You know how to fascinate a man."Pride moved automatically to shield her. "Some men are more easily fascinated than others.""True enough." Grant wasn't sure just what emotion was working through him, but he knew it wasn't comfortable. "Damn if I won't be glad to see the last of you," he muttered.”