He'd like to see the place.
He jumped up, as if he'd seen a ghost.
While she was outside having a pity party, he was trying to figure out what he'd done wrong.
He'd been in a grumpy mood since he got up.
Maybe he'd rather listen than talk.
Cade looked as if he'd been slapped.
He'd be following shortly, trying to make it look like he was the injured party.
Well, Bordeaux was just the man to help her forget it - if he'd only dedicate his attentions to Darcie.
I can imagine how he'd react.
He'd forget her, but she wouldn't forget him.
Sure, he'd had some rough times, but she had never done anything to make him think she would be unfaithful.
He'd feel sorry for her and she didn't want that.
He'd like to believe in good and the happy-ever-after, but that innocence could never be retrieved.
Maybe he wouldn't bite, but he'd certainly take advantage of her.
When he opened the glove box, I was sure he'd come out with a gun, but he had a little tablet instead.
Not that he'd been out much lately.
In which case, he'd sure picked the right girl to hound.
Look. If I went up there, he'd think just like you are.
If he couldn't get in the shed, he'd probably find some other place to stay warm.
Once. That's what I was afraid he'd remember.
Or do you think he'd consider it part of his job to watch me?
There was little point in denying her attraction, but he'd best learn to keep his distance.
I guess if he thought it was any of my business, he'd tell me.
We let Bordeaux's horse loose a ways down the trail, hopin' he'd find it.
No one ever thought he'd return to the living.
If he'd knocked me up I'd have got an abortion.
We talked about celibacy and all the stuff he'd miss.
I'm not all that secretive, but you were the one who kept telling me that if he wanted you to know, he'd tell you.
If he lived to be a hundred he'd never understand women.
And he'd have to leave work too.
But if he saw her swollen eyes he'd be asking all kinds of questions.
In the mean time, maybe if she stopped running, he'd stop chasing.
I told Bordeaux if he wanted to buy it, he'd have to talk to you.
There's no way he'd consent to travel all the way from Boston.
"I wish he'd hurry," Betsy said.
He said I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
"He'd have a cow," Carmen said.
I didn't have any idea he'd do this to you.
Do you know why he'd do that?
I figured he'd be upset because I was still working on it.
I knew he and Lisa had dated for a long time, and I knew they had a falling out, but I never thought he'd try to hurt her physically.
No, he'd be back, and he'd finish his schooling.
He killed Mom, just the same as if he'd plunged a knife into her heart.
I thought... of all people, he'd tell you his plans.
I wondered if he'd been asleep Oh, God!
I remembered a question he'd asked.
I flirted like a hooker and goaded him into discussing all those sordid confessions he'd be hearing.
I encouraged him to enroll at nearby Boston University in hopes he'd find an interest.
Illness or not, he'd better not cwoss my path.
Oh, they should let that fine fellow Bonaparte loose--he'd knock all this nonsense out of them!
In fact, he'd probably be horrified to know he slipped and did it now.
Something deep inside said that if Allen were six years older and had a child, he'd still be as irresponsible as he was now.
The man told him he needed to get rid of me and Yancey told him he'd deal with me in his own way.
He did so, and then pointed out the location of where he'd seen people, cars, the two horses and the wagon.
"When I have some answers, I'll share them," was all he'd say.
I sensed he'd been chastised to silence by his wife.
He anguished over the possibility, fearful he would be so horror-stricken he'd wake and miss the telling information that would lead to a capture.
There was a general who did not believe, and said, 'The monks cheat,' and as soon as he'd said it he went blind.
Maybe he'd think about it next time.
He was quiet for a minute and she wondered if he'd given up, but no such luck.