Alex didn't know about her fear of flying and she'd just as soon he didn't learn.
Besides, it was time to replace some of the things she'd been wearing since before they were married.
If this was what defined a vacation away from home, she'd just as soon stay at home.
The growing tension was bound to affect them both eventually.
She'd buy the pizza and have it delivered if they would bring her some.
They said she'd be sleepy because of the medicine, so I'll try to sleep while she is asleep.
From now on she'd have a lot more respect for the art of romancing.
On the other hand, maybe Mertz figured she'd make a great decoy.
If it would still start, she'd head straight back home and forget this futile mission.
He was no gentleman, and she'd best keep that in mind.
She'd have to wait, and maybe by that time sanity would have returned.
This was the same man who treated her so coldly earlier today, and she'd do best to keep that picture in her mind.
As soon as she finished preparing lunch, she'd pack and leave.
He couldn't understand why she would say that when she'd been living in his house so long.
After a few minutes of rest she'd go help them.
She'd always had problems putting on weight.
She'd get over him.
She'd be willing to take a job someplace else.
She'd already burned her bridges behind her.
She'd be willing to bet the woman was as hard nosed in her sleep.
Bordeaux was the closest thing she'd had to a friend in a long time... other than Pete, of course.
At the moment, she'd rather be out there in the desert - alone.
If they served something she couldn't eat, she'd feign illness.
She'd need that time to settle her business and pack her things.
She'd rent a horse at the livery in the morning and ride out to the ranch.
It wasn't a thing of love for either of them, and when your mother found out, she told him to get out of her life or she'd shoot them both.
I never met your mother, but if she was anything like you, I reckon he thought she'd do just that.
It was a question she'd have to ask Cade.
She'd like to give Claudette a piece of her mind, but that would be unprofessional.
I took the receiver as Betsy dialed the number she'd copied from the television announcement.
She'd established an internet blog devoted to the subject, with the hits increasing daily.
You can bet she'd turn Howie in in a minute for that much dough!
I'd tell her real story, as much as she'd allow, while still maintaining her absolute privacy.
Claire seemed pleased to be held by anyone, at least most of the time, but on occasion she'd let out a scream, loud enough to shake Howie from the past in spite of his near-soundproof basement room.
Martha came in with baby Clair looking as if she'd gotten over what ailed her.
She was positive she'd be lost for life.
Yes, these verses Nicholas wrote himself and I copied some others, and she found them on my table and said she'd show them to Mamma, and that I was ungrateful, and that Mamma would never allow him to marry me, but that he'll marry Julie.
"And I know why she'd be ashamed," said Petya, offended by Natasha's previous remark.
"She'd tired herself out, she'd run it down three times by herself," said Nicholas, also not listening to anyone and regardless of whether he were heard or not.