Who was this stranger and what had he done with sweet Alex?
Don't be a stranger now.
As a stranger to human affection, he'd never quite gotten used to her hugs.
Would it have been easier on you if you heard it from either a complete stranger or someone you can't quite figure out?
A curly blond head peeked around the corner and large blue eyes studied the stranger cautiously.
She wasn't sure why she trusted the stranger, but everything he said was said with conviction.
Sofia stood as his hot gaze fell to her, sensing he wanted no stranger near the woman.
But the Sawhorse introduced the stranger in a calm tone, saying:
Alex wasn't paying a stranger to give him an heir.
"I can make it so he doesn't remember that you did this to him," the stranger said.
By night he was a demanding stranger who knew no bounds.
Of course she loved Alex, but who was this stranger, and when would Alex return?
Deidre turned to see if there was someone behind her the stranger spoke to.
The stranger was silent, gaze riveted to her.
When everything was ready, the stranger opened his eyes, moved to the table, filled a tumbler with tea for himself and one for the beardless old man to whom he passed it.
The conversation obviously upset Yancey, but he didn't seem to be concerned that a stranger was listening.
"Very impressive," the stranger said, kneeling beside her to look at both of her arms.
When she looked to the stranger, she found his warning look on her.
Pushing the cabinet closed, she jumped to find the stranger so close.
Accustomed to being shunned by people, she'd almost felt normal around the stranger who seemed unaffected by her magic.
She felt his arms around her and leaned into him, surprised at how natural it felt to be held against a complete stranger who made her want to flee for the hills and strip naked at the same time.
Like the assassin who obsessed about birthdays and clothing, there were two sides to the man before her: the warm, friendly stranger with whom she'd felt so comfortable she confided to him over the phone without knowing anything about him, and the tattooed thug before them in snug biker leathers.
Like, hooking up with a stranger at a bar like they did in movies and a few sex positions she'd been subtly trying to talk him into.
Her time was too short to turn away a tall, dark, handsome, intriguing, dangerous stranger she met on the beach in the moonlight who smelled good.
She found herself comparing him to the stranger, whose body had molded around hers, as if he was made for her and no one else.
If only she hadn't slept with a complete stranger two nights ago.
It might've been another seven-foot stranger concerned about your welfare.
She didn't even notice the stranger; her gaze was arrested by Gabriel.
The hunky stranger spoke to Romas's oldest brother.
Although taken aback by such intimacy from a stranger, as well as terrified himself, he felt an overwhelming need to comfort her.
Josh was no stranger to a fistfight, and he was considered by many to be a formidable opponent.
It wasn't something she would normally say to a stranger, let alone a customer.
"The boy-god will need a body to burn," the stranger said, eyes lingering on her father.
Mostly he was the man I knew but in some ways, he seemed like a stranger, especially at work.
The guy exuded confidence to the point where Dean felt as if he had just dropped a plateful of mashed potatoes in his lap while this tall, dark stranger was toasting the queen.
She'd turned from the sweet, open Angel who kept him company on dark nights to a stranger who wanted nothing to do with him.
She bit her lip, wondering why the gentle words of a stranger affected her as they did.
She knew little about the stranger who called to check on her every day, not even his real name, but she was always cheered by his familiar voice.
But seeing a stranger the sickly, scrofulous-looking child, unattractively like her mother, began to yell and run away.
But even as he spoke he began to doubt whether this was the corporal he knew or a stranger, so unlike himself did the corporal seem at that moment.
But, noticing his mistake, he broke off short and, with a frown, greeted Dolokhov as a stranger, asking what he could do for him.
"Well, then," answered the stranger, "I will see what they can do for me at the Planters' Tavern, round the corner;" and he rode away.