After that introduction, my wife listened; for more than five minutes, while Howie apparently continued to ramble.
Alex must have listened to her message.
A large rock beside the road provided a place to rest while she listened for vehicles.
He listened for a minute and then his tone was sharp.
Kiera listened, interested despite trying not to be.
Lisa closed the phone and listened as Giddon walked by.
Through her bedroom doorway, Adrienne watched him as he listened solemnly.
For the next week Cynthia listened to - and even found herself instigating - discussions about Mr. Cade.
She breathed deeply of the clear air and listened to the sound of the creek darting over rocks - swirling against its banks.
I'd rather have entertained my house guest than listened to his sniveling and begging but alas, I do what I have to do.
I listened until the silence below was interrupted by conversation and called loudly for the others to come up.
He listened without saying a word as I revealed everything, including Julie's effort to collect the million dollars.
I woke him up but he listened intently while I explained what I wanted he and Howie to do.
He listened without comment until I'd finished.
Instead I listened to his harangue about the difficulty they encountered with the session I'd practically demanded, the break-ins in Boston.
I listened, as tight as a bow string as Howie narrated in a whispered voice as he was patrolling around the house.
Yully listened, dismayed by the lies stacking up on top of one another.
Jule's throat tightened as he listened to the two of them spar verbally.
Yully listened, breathless, to the strangers who vowed to protect her from a threat similar to her father.
He rattled off more rules, and she listened without registering any of them.
Sofia listened and trailed them through the house that resembled a frat house.
She listened, struck by the sorrow in his voice.
Damian listened to the door close behind her, stunned by what he'd seen in her thoughts.
Sofia only half-listened as she led them down the stairs, anxious to get back to Damian and the place that had become her home.
The woman listened patiently, or so Dean assumed by her silence.
Here was this guy—yes, an old married guy— who listened when I said something.
He listened for the siren but heard only his Jeep, and twice, the scrapes of his underside as he bottomed out on protruding stone.
He listened, but heard only the echo of his call.
One of Mrs. Worthington's friends taped the debate and Fred and Cynthia listened to it while Dean nursed his ego, and an ale or two, on the front porch.
They listened again and it was repeated.
Martha listened, her initial disappointment melting away.
She tapped her earpiece, listened intently, and responded with a few words.
She listened, unable to fathom the magnitude of chaos he spoke of.
She listened for the familiar thrum of energy over her breathing.
She stood beside Alex and listened to the truck door slam and the engine race when Josh started it.
Jackson jumped up and listened to her heart.
I should have listened to you and waited to tell him.
He tried to hide it, however, if one really listened, they could ascertain that he came from a different time and place.
Jetr listened and spoke, glancing over after a few minutes.
For once, she wished she'd listened to Gage or Talal.
A'Ran listened to the Council members, uneasy.
She listened but heard no one downstairs to indicate the movers had been through and glanced at the clock on her nightstand.