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Alex was doing everything in his power to provide her with all the experiences of a natural mother.
A few minutes later they all marched in and took their places at the table.
After they put all the presents on a table, Felipa finally spoke.
On the other hand, when the issue finally came to a head, she would have been in the middle of it all anyway.
If he hadn't hid it from her all this time, it wouldn't be such a shock.
Then we will all go down together and Maria can get acquainted with her while you are measured for a dress.
Now his father was putting a damper on it with his all consuming, self-serving plots.
Truthfully, Gerald wasn't all that good a dancer.
Blindfolded, they knocked it around for a while until it broke, spilling candy all over the floor.
Sometimes Alex and Jonathan play soccer, and sometimes we all go for a ride in the buggy.
AdvertisementThe children played and they all talked for a while longer.
That was all today amounted to - a manipulation.
We're probably all a little hypocritical at times - and we're all sinners, so I hear.
Aunt Paulette, (we all called her Aunt Paulie) married a real estate agent and moved to Arkansas.
I guess I can't deny that, but in all these years, why hasn't Uncle Fabrice's name come up in a conversation at least once?
AdvertisementStill, all the information Katie provided created a clearer picture of why Alex acted the way he did at home.
The medication they were giving her to clear up the congestion in her lungs was making her sleep a lot, but they thought that was better than having her upset all the time.
A person couldn't be in control all the time - right all the time.
Why would she hide him from me all this time and suddenly ask for a fortune?
They would all get together and wash her old car, winding up in a gleeful water fight.
AdvertisementShe jumped up, pushing them all away, darting for the bathroom with a hand over her mouth.
They were a family who knew all they had was each other.
After a moment of thanks, they all began their meal.
At one point he splashed through a mud puddle, throwing mud and water all over her.
Lisa glanced at Connie; not at all sure she was making a wise decision.
AdvertisementIn any case, Yancey didn't seem to be all that determined to avoid a relationship.
It's our home and you're more than a sitter or maid to all of us.
In all the time I spent in the woods as a young girl, that's the first time I've seen a bear.
In spite of all the evidence, Yancey still came out as a responsible adult.
Instead, she collected a few small photos and arranged them all in one frame.
So he thought it was all about Howard and a love interest.
It's a good thing we're all so darn sweet.
Anyway, with all the money in his family and the good looks as well, he couldn't hold a candle to Brandon in the charm department.
Since they all lived in the same apartment complex, and the evening was early, Adrienne invited them to her apartment for a cup of coffee.
All her plans were about to blow up – all this because she had allowed herself to be drawn into a relationship.
Now both of you get in here before we make a scene that gets us all thrown out.
They all didn't understand that she couldn't simply run out and get a job like she had in Tulsa.
Brandon retired to a table nearby and it was all Adrienne could do to keep her mind on the interview.
A woman your age ought to be looking for a husband – or already married, not chasing all over creation in pants, trying to act like a man.
If we all treated you like one of the guys, wouldn't you be a little disappointed?
She could wear men's clothes and crack that whip all she wanted, but she was still a woman at heart - and he knew it.
Now that they were all together, it would be a good time to tell them.
It was all a ploy to get the ranch, and Bordeaux was right in the middle.
After all he had done, he dared talk to her as if she were a child.
Cassie squinted into the darkness, searching for a target, but all she could see was dust and an occasional hoof.
Saddle a mule for each person; pack all the supplies you might need on the extra mules and burn the rest of the supplies.
She fell in love with a trapper and he took her back to what we all describe as civilization.
If all their conversations in the three months he had been coming to the diner were put together, it was doubtful that they would make a respectable paragraph.
The wages weren't all that great, but deducting rent, utilities and groceries from her present salary, it wound up being a good deal more.
We've been all through this a zillion times.
Apparently he spent a lot of time on the back of a horse, riding his range in all kinds of weather - a fact that prompted more than one comment by townsfolk that he had wasted a good college education.
If you figure out a way to do this all day and still make the ranch turn a profit, you could make a fortune teaching your method at seminars.
So it had all been a show for Claudette.
And he's getting as fat as a hog on all the table scraps.
Had it meant anything at all to Cade, or was it merely a moment of desire?
It was situated in such a way that it collected all the moisture from the hills and appeared to be planted in alfalfa.
For all you gadabouts and tourists used to driving hither and yon, a weekend trip to New England is a piece of cake.
Quinn has a sabbatical from teaching and is using it all summer for a college project.
If you're concerned about a messed up head, either shave it all off or comb over the scars.
A roll of the dice changed the lives of all of us and hundreds of others forever.
After all you've gone through, it's a shame you can't even get a decent night's sleep.
I guess the nut went for a walk after all.
Martha had a plate full of pancakes ready so we all sat around the large table.
I took it all in for a few moments and it petrified me!
I was in a small town, on the main street with cars and people all around.
I just stood there for a moment or two, taking it all in.
He's run it all summer, Martha said, handing Howie a glass.
It's a shame he isn't hearing this but he'll be tied up in his room all evening recording results of his tests.
If Howie drops into ten or twenty minutes of anyone's life, chance are all he sees is them picking their nose, reading a book or working.
I flirted like a hooker and goaded him into discussing all those sordid confessions he'd be hearing.
Over pie and coffee that followed a meat loaf dinner, Betsy asked the question on all our minds.
It seemed to me we were all on edge, especially Howie who, aside from a smile and a few words, stayed out of our limited conversations.
Remove them all and see if it makes a difference.
Make a note of the exact settings after you remove all your plants.
Let's all agree to sit on this for a week and do some soul searching.
It's a wonder someone isn't already putting them all together.
We were all as nervous as cats at a dog pound.
I'm offering you full funding for your endeavor; secure operating quarters, any place of your choice, sizeable salaries for all of you involved and a gift of stock to each that will assure a lifetime income from dividends.
I, for one, would like to find a secure place in a medium size town, with all of us living nearby.
There are five colleges, a good hospital and all that but I agree with Quinn; I want to move forward.
It met all our criteria; a stable employment, reasonably priced homes, a state college and a regional hospital.
Howie surprised us all by buying a fairly large home north west of town on the Old Walpole Road.
Mortgages for all of us were quickly processed through a private bank owned by one of Merrill Cooms' entities.
Betsy stepped from the shower, all pink as a posy and wearing only a smile.
Its mission statement is to demand transparency after a crime is committed and to assure all efforts to nail the guilty party are being pursued.
Quinn was the first to vocalize what dominated all our minds like a walk up the gallows steps.
We all have a personal life.
We all agreed Howie's nightmares were a serious problem.
We all agreed it was healthy to try and maintain a life outside this business.
Then a woman in the background said something about them all moving to this keen town and the woman on the phone laughed, like it was a joke.
I guess I was a virgin, studying to be a priest and all.
Let them all be pissed off at me; perhaps that would bring them closer together against a common enemy.
Usually we rely on Betsy's sole decision as a method of choosing a case but the wide spread interest in this kidnapping caused her to share it with all of us.
It's not easy with these guys; they're a level of government all to themselves.
I'd put all of us at a heightened risk with my call.
I couldn't block out of my mind, my wife's statement a few days ago; think of all the children who he could be saving.
Maybe a couple of hundred sold so far, all in California.
I have a baby and I'm not about to drag Claire all over the United States!
Betsy was in a chipper mood considering all that was going on.
I have a friend I'd like to have peek at the break in, that's all.
We're all under a lot of pressure.
I put aside a dozen or so that looked promising but that was all.
It's all a little scary but I helped by getting Howie to go to sleep.
A simple reconnoiter until I have all the pieces to my chess game.
This aunt I never met... or maybe I did but don't know it... she thinks I'm like practically a priest and she wants me to do all this stuff at the memorial service, for our side of the family!
Look, just tell the gathering how painful it is to have missed all those good times by not remembering this lovely woman everyone says is such a saint.
I was flat on my back on a stretcher and there were a number of people in the room, most with flashlights, all seemingly talking at the same time.
There'll be a nice severance package for all of you.
I answered with all the right words though I was not just a little annoyed.
It might make me a few minutes late meeting with Jackson but all the more time for Brennan to speak with him first.
As a kid I was afraid of the dark and now that I'm all grown up, I don't much like being kept in the dark either.
That's all I can say; if you can't buy it, it's a waste of my time to try and sell it.
Earlier, my wife had taken care of all the logistics of our travels while I locked up the house and called Jackson to tell him we would be out of town for a couple of days, retrieving Howie from California.
We've all come a long way, son, but it's how far we've yet to go that concerns me.
I gave a lot of thought to that question because of all the fingers pointing at me.
We're following a hunger and when it's ripe, all common sense and caution fly out the window.
It's a no-no because defense attorneys are all over any hint of psychic involvement.
We drive home from a bar, like we all have done, only someone steps off a curb and we're ruined for life.
This is all a new fishing hole and that's all these government guys are doing.
In all his years, he hadn't found anything as soothing to his nerves as a woman's silky skin, heady scent, and warm body.
In all their years together, they'd never been out of communication more than a few days.
She took in the clean car and shook her head, wondering how many hours a week he spent cleaning everything he owned to keep it all so spotless.
Goose bumps rose all over her body, and he dried her as quickly as he could before draping a bathrobe around her.
She was fully a part of him when they touched, as if he'd been missing more than a piece of his soul all these years and just now realized it.
There was a reason he'd severed his connection to his emotions all those years ago.
Yeah. I'd like nothing more than to round them all up into a stadium and wipe 'em clean.
She sneaked a peek at her phone, agitated that Darian hadn't been at all concerned with the situation he left her in.
His panther-like physique and tattoos gave him all the appearance of a threat, and yet, he'd fended off her blows with gentleness he didn't have to show.
Wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug, he all but dragged her down the hall.
This was only a few days ago, when we all lost our magic.
The Originals have a truce that's older than all of us combined.
Being surrounded by vamps all day and night made her crazy with the need to kill a few.
He changed into all black and strapped a sword to his back before closing his eyes and envisioning the interior of NOVA Sector.
She turned twenty-four two months ago and started having all these issues, like she's a vamp.
They were all dressed for a white tie party in expensive tuxedos.
He gave her a look that said he didn't have all the patience in the world then pulled her arm free again.
He'd followed her and Jake all around the house earlier like a bored puppy.
We'll evac all Naturals and Guardian assets from Tucson Sector after the Quarterly and send in a clean-up crew.
There was a reason he banned thoughts of Darian and Claire from his mind, an instinct he'd never been able to face in all the years since Darian's death.
Damian gritted his teeth, unable to unleash the blow that could destroy them all in a blink without taking out Sofia as well.
He was dressed again all in black, a color that should have minimized his size but just amplified how ripped he was beneath the clothing.
He began to cry, the soul-deep weeping of a man who'd lost all and spent his tormented life in a level of hell she'd never be able to imagine.
He reached for her, but his scarred hand passed through hers, as if all that remained of him was a ghost of the man he'd been.
Claire was all that remained of his brother, and he'd loved her out of respect for a man whose death he'd never been able to accept.
They all froze, and a look of surprise crossed Rainy's stormy features.
But you have a new family now, and it doesn't sound crazy to me at all.
Looks like it was a good idea bringing you back from the dead after all.
He'd approved all their purchases and talked them out of a few bad ones during the morning.
Within seconds, all four of them were watching her like lions a wounded gazelle.
Take all the webbing of a normal spider, wad it up and tangle everything together then attach it to random points.
There had to be a greater purpose to all of this, a reason why she was trapped.
Of all the emotions running through her mind, the one that hurt the most was knowing that everyone outside Hell had already written her off as a goner.
He'd never had a partner in all his time alive.
If you don't mark 'em all with rocks we're going to miss a turn on the way out and end up god-knows-where in the middle of the earth someplace.
When a child does something bad, we talk about it—try to find out why—make sure we all learn from our mistakes.
I've been all over and most of it looks the same from a bus or a bar.
A kiss and an eyes-closed hug was all they were allowed, followed by a smiling promise from the state-appointed villain, "We'll be in touch."
Now we're all spending a week together.
I tried to make a photographer out of my godson Billy, but I'm afraid at his age there are a lot more interesting things to do, and they all have female names.
Randy and Jen made a great pair and Dean knew it would all work out in the long haul.
While Cynthia might not have "come to terms" with her quickly acquired family, she was positively thrilled to announce the wedding to all who'd listen, skirting the impending birth like a ballet dancer, concentrating on lace and promises, even if the color was off-white.
Dean had trouble remembering who was who but all were of like mind in their affection for the old man who turned up the charm meter a notch or two.
At the mention of the name, there was a noticeable reaction from all members of the Dawkins' clan.
With all you're got on your plate, being a basket case would be perfectly acceptable behavior.
By the time they were ready to leave, all of Bird Song was up and about, scurrying around like mice in a cheese shop.
It's hard to say there's no connection with the bones until we're sure there is a third Dawkins, who he or she is, and what the suit is all about.
Just fix us some supper instead of goggling at a naked woman and getting all tingly when we don't have time.
Just because Jake Weller has a pot belly doesn't mean all sheriffs are supposed to be fat.
Why would all that junk be abandoned in the first place if it was worth a plugged nickel?
It gave me a break from all this stuff.
Absent one of those gizmos to see around corners or a newspaper with a hole in it to held high like all the really cool spies do, Dean tried the direct approach.
After a nod of her head, Paulette's hand shot up and the auctioneer all but cheered as he looked about for another sucker, his voice sounding like an old Lucky Strike commercial.
It was like he had a check list of what parents were supposed to do, and he filled in all the little blocks—middle-class home, straight teeth, and a college education—figured that was the extent of his obligations to us.
That subjected them to all kinds of trouble—not just a spanking, but police involvement, assuming they were older.
Shouldn't you tell the child it was all a big joke?
I guess he had some bucks at one time—back when he bought all this land—but his bank account never held a candle to mine.
We talked about writing a will, but it was one of those things you never get around to doing—we're all going to live forever.
He never did make it back to Colorado in all those years—not even for a visit.
Never gave it a thought until Emma mentioned your opponent was all gussied up in flags and balloons.
The competition included both men and women, and all were having a great time dousing the watchers—and even the paraders passing in the opposite direction—with water guns.
In spite of all I said, his and Jen's baby has a lot better future than Billy Langstrom's.
I'm not sure all packaging wouldn't look unfamiliar to a girl her age.
They'd traveled several hundred yards when Dean saw it, nearly covered by brush and invisible from all but a few feet away.
Dean tried to isolate the sound, looking frantically in all downward directions, trying to see a trace, a telltale puff of smoke in the gathering dusk.
Fred said he was too mind-stuffed with all these goings-on to eat a bite of supper, but when Cynthia supplied cold chicken and potato salad, he ate two helpings, just out of politeness.
They all feigned shock and surprise at this not-uncommon happening as Paulette huffily announced she'd absent herself with a walk around the block while they "took care of the matter."
Dean was directed to spend all available weekend time on a door to door smiling and handshaking crusade, the first of many Fred had mapped out for his full-court press for making David Dean the sheriff of Ouray County, Colorado.
After all, he'd abdicated all Bird Song's weekend chores in favor of his flesh-pressing tour, and Cynthia deserved a rest.
A little man did all the talking and introductions.
God, he was so cute about it—wanting to know if you were a witness, asking all kinds of questions about what you saw and heard.
After that nasty sheriff created all that fuss and arrested your stepfather, my attorney was sure the judge would call a mistrial and we'd have to start over again.
They were married and we were all starting a good life together.
We'd sort of made a pact that our lives began when we met each other so the past wasn't discussed much, if at all.
Frankly, when you cut through all the flowery words, he was a first-class con man—a rascal.
He couldn't hold a candle to my real father—the one who was there for me all those years.
I just took a few gut punches, that's all.
Bird Song switched a few guest, baked a few goodies, cleaned a few toilets and made a few beds, all with a been-there, done-that regularity.
We did a patch job—it wasn't all that serious.
Brandon Westlake was portrayed as a delusional old man bent on killing any and all witnesses to his half-century-old deed.
The limestone and marble foyer was lined with artifacts, a sign of Tamer's passion for all things ancient.
He was like a massive shadow among the sunny forest, dressed all in black and armed as if for battle, even when coming to see her.
Except that he's still got a hand in all this, Andre said calmly.
She wished with all her heart she could package them back up and put them back wherever they'd been when she was a deity.
At the time, she had viewed it all as part of a process.
He stripped off his shirt and flung it then tossed all his weapons in a pile at his feet before seating himself once more.
He was dressed as if he'd just come from some club, all in leather with his blond hair in a braid.
He watched them, recalling a time he'd overseen the training of all Immortal warriors.
She must at least think she has or surely she wouldn't have shown up after all this time and started a fuss about something that we all settled long time ago.
Alex had seen to all of that before she called a halt to the work.
For the first time the memory wasn't painful, but a reminder that despite all odds, something magical had happened between them.
They only had 4 does and a buck, but that was enough to provide them with all the rabbit meat they could use.
Carmen filled out all the necessary paperwork and then settled down for a long wait.
Carmen slept fitfully in a chair in the waiting room all night.
We all love Destiny so much and you knew we would provide a good home.
Carmen dreamed all night about being chased by a dog with red hair.
Two hours later she was wondering if it had been a good thing after all.
In fact, he wasn't much of a lover at all.
After lunch he disappeared for a while and when he finally returned, he signed that they were all going to take a ride in the buggy.
How did you manage to keep all that a secret... and why?
Any gratitude he felt for the fact that she had given them a daughter was overshadowed by the danger she had put them all in.
The palace acted as a barracks for his assassins, who were trudging in after he ordered their contracts all cancelled.
There was nothing at all within a few feet of him, aside from knee-high wild flowers waving happily in the spring breeze.
Like all the brothers on the Council That Was Seven, he had the same father and a different mother.
That's all that concerns me, he replied in a hard tone.
We created a file on you, so we could monitor and determine whose mate you became, if you did at all.
After all she'd been through lately, she couldn't help feeling a little wary.
Very honorable of you to give her a choice of being with you after how she treated you all those years.
With a deep breath, she crossed through the clinging cold, at a run by the time she reached the other side out of fear the portals might all disappear before she was safe.
Or maybe it was all her fault, created by bad karma she built up when she was some crazy deity in a past life she had no memory of.
A second glass led her to think it was all her fault.
It takes a lot to prepare yourself to die, Gabriel, which you of all people should appreciate.
They had a journey to make together before they were in a functional relationship, but they'd never have that chance, if he didn't find a way to buy them all time.
A death-dealer outside her door – or better yet, on her couch – was all that would make him easier about leaving her alone.
He had the right people helping him, a mate who reluctantly agreed to his plan to help her, a better understanding of when to break the Code and a plan to repair all that was broken within his domain on the mortal realm.
There were biographical forms and consent forms she hadn't really read, all signed in a loopy, angry signature, and a copy of Toby's birth certificate.
He swiped a badge to enter what she imagined was the Mecca of all science labs, with rows of stainless steel, machines, computers, and glass.
She downed a mouthful, grimacing at the burn that went down her throat and all the way to her gut.
She has a hereditary blood anomaly that makes her immune to all but the oldest of our kind.
It's a common threat to all of us.
A man walked calmly through the crowd, strange red tattoos glowing all over his body, similar to the tattoos she'd seen on David Kingsly's neck when he invited her to the gala.
A narrow, lit walkway extended all the way down the corridor, the only part of the hall out of reach of the arms of the prisoners on either side.
She was surprised she could walk at all and knew a few ounces of blood had been a small price to pay for Lankha's work, which she'd never have gotten for all the money in the world at home.
Aside from the scarring, a maroon tattoo seemed to wind all the way around her neck.
Of all the mortals and immortals alike he'd ever known, he'd never considered one a friend, not since his father's death.
She reached the top of the stairs and stared at a similar scene leading past the Arch and all the way up the park toward the city.
For all other immortals, they get only one shot at a mate in its life cycle.
He wore all black, though he was dressed more simply than she'd seen him, in dark jeans and a black long-sleeved T-shirt and heavy boots.
The windows all faced east, over another valley, and a terrace was decorated with dainty iron-scrolled chairs.
Dressed all in black with his dark eyes and hair, he looked like a living shadow in the snow-covered world.
It was not all black but had a white patch around one eye.
She dropped a note into the absent secretary.s inbox then went to the first basement level, which housed supplies, clothing, and other essentials in the form of small department stores whose wares were free to all Immortals.
That Rhyn of all his brothers would be granted such an honor as an Ancient.s mate made a mockery of everything.
Sasha.s guard fell quickly, and Jade hacked at the Ancient with all his fury until Sasha lay in a bloodied heap.
She led them into a courtyard lined on all four sides with lopsided doors.
Kiki tucked his iPad under his arm and opened a portal through which all three went before Rhyn followed.
It took all her strength to shove the hefty door wide enough for her to enter the dark chamber beyond that was lit by a single torch.
Gabriel had been a friend to all the Council members, though he suspected the assassin favored Rhyn the most.
A good man once told me sometimes all the choices we have are bad.
I feel like I'm in a good place with all that, Kiera said.
Romas was all business by the time they rounded the corner; he even released Evelyn's hand and quickened his step into one that befitted a warrior prince.
Romas had felt no need to explain his insistence of her wearing it, but Evelyn had explained it acted as a visual identifying piece and also happened to open all the doors on the ship.
He wore a rose gold bracelet very similar to Romas's in all but color, and soft, dark boots.
And no sexy warrior-- even a prisoner-- would want anything to do with her at all.
Several people loitered there, and she passed them all with a glance.
She was a fool, the greatest of them all!
Having been raised as rivals in all areas, A'Ran took a very unwarrior-like satisfaction out of having bested Kisolm finally.
He wondered if all women from his lifemate's planet had such a skill.
How did a woman like this find her way to him of all men?
He'd see her in less than a day, if the Council didn't absorb all his time.
How could he say such a thing after all he had put her through?
At the age of fourteen sun-cycles, before he reached manhood, he had lost all but his sisters, been proclaimed dhjan of a planet he couldn't even visit, and made battle commander of a war he knew nothing of.
He'd tried to block all memories of a happier time for fear he'd never see such times again.
You want me … to walk away from everything I know, my family … I knew it was possible, but I didn't think I'd have a chance to go home at all … but still, I couldn't leave a whole planet to die!
If she'd chosen to leave, he wouldn't send her away without a night she'd remember for all time.
Likely, but Ne'Rin would have killed you all without a second thought, as his father did the rest of their family.
She set the knife down on the edge and circled the fountain again until she'd reviewed all three of the pictographs where the female figure held a dagger.
Besides, if you don't take a chance in life, all the best opportunities will pass you by.
There was a sound on the stairs and they all turned as the boy's mother paused just inside the room.
Two ladies are flying all the way from Boston to buy some old underwear, a yellow dress and a bunch of junk?
They just suspected she might have lived here, Ouray being a small town and all.
They just got all excited and had me hold a couple of rooms.
None was longer than a page and each asked after Annie's health and wellbeing and then added a few lines that mentioned that all was well in Boston.
There were a dozen articles of clothing in all and Edith examined each carefully.
No. But any code a minister's wife of the last century put together can't be all that sophisticated, can it?
It makes you feel all warm and cuddly, especially on a winter nights when it's snowing and especially when you're with a special flannel guy.
A quiet investigation revealed all upstairs doors closed and the sound of snoring from the Dame Turnbull's room.
If she's kept him up all night, he'll be more of a morning bear than usual.
Dean often thought if Janet O'Brien were pushing a grocery cart containing all of her belongings, she wouldn't seem out of place.
If you'd take a ride on the information highway like me, you'd know all about this stuff.
Claire was a peanut butter blonde, gone grey, tall and well dressed, all business and definitely in charge.
Effie stood in the middle of the room, as if enthralled and after all the smiles and appropriate handshakes, took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Oh, I knew he just thought that way because I was his kid, but I figured he was a pretty smart guy himself so he couldn't be all wrong.
I know it's a bit stuffy but it's all that's left.
With all the activity over the holidays, Dean hadn't had a chance to hit the beautiful slopes of nearby Telluride.
I was positive all she did was substitute a different one for each letter in the alphabet.
It was difficult for all of them to work together so Cynthia made two extra copies of a dozen random pages of the ancient text.
But even when I figure out all the substitutions, deciphering the entire notebook will be a long project.
Donnie's entrance seemed to brighten Edith's morning as she clucked over him, cautioning him about the perils of his undertaking in a dozen different ways, all the while ignoring father Donald who'd fled from her bed the night before.
However, winter locked the mountain jeep roads beneath yards of snow for all but a few short summer weeks.
A massive collection of sinister looking implements was growing—tools of their trade, all apparently necessary in order to remain aloft when maneuvering up or down perpendicular columns of frozen water.
But, to Dean, neither did a 10mm line, all that bound the scampering gnats they could see peppering the icy walls of the gorge.
Claire's five dollar pieces are all worn—worth a couple of hundred at best.
The new Beaumont hotel was all a glitter in preparation of an affair of some high social order and there was a general excitement everywhere.
Then I half-wake to find a naked body all over me.
There was a noise on the stairs and they all turned to see Edith descending.
The business didn't stop, although there was a lot of talk in the newspapers about closing down all the bars and clubs.
I'm a bundle of nerves with all that's going on around here.
We go months with normal, pleasant guests, then all of a sudden we pick up a conflated collection of crazies!
A typical year saw four hundred inches of snow fall atop Red Mountain, a hundred and seventy-five inches in Ouray, and perhaps a foot in Montrose, all within fifty miles.
Now all he'd accomplished was to piss off the woman he loved and make a public fool of himself!
There was a lingering smell of wood smoke in the night air and all earlier efforts at shoveling the walkway and stairs were lost in the smooth swirls of new fallen whiteness.
It snowed for the entire trip, but all but a few other drivers had the sense to remain home for the last fifty miles.
Mountain Rescue had him on a litter, all wrapped up like an Egyptian mummy.
The ladies were crawling all over the ice park for a peek at him.
He heard Gladys' muffled alarm at least twice, and someone rummaging around the kitchen, all well before the light gave a hint of welcoming Sunday.
Mick, trailing behind with Penny, called over his shoulder, "Why don't you just round up all of Shipton's enemies, rent a stadium and interview them?"
Fred, who had been taking it all in, gave a snort of laughter.
I bet you've seen stuff like that back East, seeing as you were a big city cop and all.
If Shipton let her know he knew all the dirt on Annie's past, that might throw a kibosh on the whole business.
By my read, all the police are doing is making a case against David Dean.
He considered switching a digit and feigning a mistake but he knew these guys would figure he was hiding something and be all the more aggressive when they questioned Cynthia.
But, by all accounts, she was not near the spot where he fell, a fact confirmed by enough people to make it believable.
Then added, in a mocking voice, 'We were intimate, and all our old love came flowing back!'
Fred O'Connor strolled into the kitchen a few moments later, all smiles, carrying his ever-present notebook.
I spoke with a nice lady at the new paper but she said all the old records were in some basement.
Perhaps, he thought, we are all owed contemplation of our actions, as a parting gift to those who succeed us so they might somehow learn from our deeds and mistakes.
They were all gathered, either in Edith's room or nearby in the hall—Corday, Fitzgerald and a number of uniforms who seemed to come and go.
Mrs. Shipton was packaged a little loosely to start with, so the white dress and her being pregnant and all just pushed her all the further.
We can all talk about a bunch of 'ifs' but the past is past.
I didn't say anything to Weller 'cause he's so positive everything is all wrapped up and tied with a bow, but I knew you and me would want to make double-dipped sure.
When they arrived in Ouray there was a mutual understanding all that lay between them had not been discussed.
He was a married minister, preaching the good book on Sunday and raising a family all week.
Since the first time I stepped inside I had a sense of all of the love and happiness and peace those walls have witnessed.
It all sounds a bit complicated to me.
You can't expect all this perfection to happen without a lot of work.
But Gladys was delighted and after a night, ostensibly in adjoining rooms, the pair were off, with giggles and tears and a proud pronouncement that Arlen had agreed to present all seven volumes of Belfair and her galactic cohorts to the waiting world of letters—in paperback form.
And a little while later the police were all over the place.
If there's a stationary point you could tie on to, all the better.
I'd had a problem myself all along, not seeing Edith as being on the brink of suicide.
A certain amount of planning and calculation went into all of her actions.
I think she wanted a confrontation between Ryland and her husband all along.
She was a very obsessive woman too, a far different person than we were all led to believe.
A distinct fragrance emanated from them all.
They were cultured, not at all savages, and for the first time since his capture, he held a glimmer of hope that he might find some semblance of happiness again.
His voice echoed a graveled rasp, "Tell us all you know of Victor."
He hated all this emotional nonsense, and had it been anyone but Sarah, he would have made a hasty retreat and stayed away until the waterworks passed.
As he refilled the human's glass he continued, Why don't you have a few more drinks, make yourself some food; I'm sure Sarah stocked the fridge with all your favorites.
Making his way to the first floor, Jackson noticed he was feeling weary from all this drama, and also a little hungry.
Really, I'm all right, and I thought I would take a long bath and give myself a pedicure.
He was very much in the mood for a fun, air headed bimbo after all the drama today, but that would be near impossible.
She gave him his love of music and schooled him in all the proper ways a noble man should behave.
Maybe I could rally for a little nightcap after all.
Jackson knew the odds were that guy hadn't slept a wink all night, but he wanted her to wait as long as possible.
Most of Sarah's boyfriends gave him a wide berth and avoided contact at all cost.
My love for her is not romantic; it is that of a brother, father and son all wrapped up in one.
Since it was Friday and all the fun ones would be out drinking after work, he decided to take another walk, then maybe a nap.
Over the mantle hung a gilt-framed landscape oil; a fall scene that captured all the colors he so loved.
He wanted to tell her all he felt, but knew he had pushed a little too far already today.
As he headed into Fairhaven carrying the canvas, Jackson realized with a start that he had not fed all day.
Jackson had never been so happy, and at ease, and she loved Connor with all her heart, yet she was a little sad, feeling they were growing apart.
That evening, Sarah made a pasta dinner and they all chatted amiably.
I've had a wonderful evening and look forward to seeing you all Friday.
She acted graciously with all the guests, yet he could pick up subtle nuances that affirmed whether she was speaking to someone who genuinely understood art, or a snob who merely bought it to be in vogue.
I hardly think that after all this time my fangs have suddenly developed a conscience.
Jackson took a lock of her hair in his hand, carefully combing through all the colors for the bronze.
He saw the disappointment in her face, and wondered if she had hoped, as he had, that they would spend a lazy day learning all about each other's bodies.
The thought of all he would have to face made him wish they could fast forward a few days.
The sound of a car door, and then an engine starting jarred him into realizing Elisabeth must have stayed in the woods all this time.
The other three were silent for a moment while what he said sunk in, then all at once they started laughing.
A diamond is the hardest, most resilient, most beautiful gem of all.
Every year, the full moon in January is the Wolf Moon and there is a three day festival that all werewolves attend… kind of our high holiday.
Running a hand through her hair, he contemplated how to explain all that had happened.
That's because your usual costume isn't a costume at all.
Well isn't that a kick in the ass... all right, let's move on… how freaking strong are you?
Just tell them the love of a good women has made you a better man all around.
We were a bit preoccupied with turning Skippy and all.
Victor wanted them all there for a reason.
Once I have disposed of the you two and your newborn, I shall lure her pack here a few at a time and destroy them all.
What a pity, all that beauty and hot sex wasted.
When she left his apartment, all she took was a suitcase full of clothes.
Katie might have been brought up by a socialite, but she was all redneck now.
Sure, he says he wants a woman who doesn't work out of the home, but he thinks she should spend all her time doing housework and raising children.
This thing wouldn't be easy to handle on a red carpet, but I think I can make it all right.
Hopefully she hadn't thrown away all her pictures in a fit of anger.
The rest of the chickens were flogging all over the tiny coop, bouncing off the walls in a state of panic.
He probably ate out all the time, and had a female companion to look after as well.
It's been a long time since we all went out to eat together.
There's a spot down yonder on the creek where all us kids used to swim in the summer.
Yep, he was a salesman, all right.
If conversation is all you have in mind, why don't we go in and talk over a cup of coffee - maybe play a game or two with Katie.
Obviously there was a mutual physical attraction between them, but that was all.
I've been running a farm all my life.
I just caught a little cold, that's all.
I never intended to be a salesman all my life, and the company hasn't been the same since it changed hands.
Of all the... do you actually think I traveled six hundred miles just for a tumble in the hay with you?
It's been a lot of work, but it's all beginning to pay off now.
Nor did she find anything particularly unusual about the fact that Alex stayed all day Sunday and took a plane back to Houston, leaving his truck for Carmen to drive.
He's going to need a lot of stitches, but other than that, I think he's all right.
It seems we were all a little lost.
I've been openly courting Carmen from day one, but all I have to do is see Lori a couple of times and you think we're romantically involved.
Let me start all over - in a way I know you'll understand.
The timing on all four attacks was the same to the hundredth of a second.
Maybe it wasn't a secret after all.
Hands over her ears, she took a deep breath and hurried up them, all but flinging herself into the arms of an awaiting rebel soldier.
And I need a micro with all emerops facilities between Tennessee and Colorado marked.
With a deep breath, she released the locks on all the emerops facilities east of the Mississippi.
She grimaced and took them. Gabriel peeled off his heavy jacket as she chewed and watched him. His hands absently traveled over all the places on his body where weapons were hidden and he pulled free a dagger with a jagged edge.
Rhyn crept carefully through the demon scouts positioned throughout the forest surrounding the castle. The demons wore the Dark One's uniform of all black with waterproof cloaks and hoods. The demon side of him rendered his presence similar enough to a full-demon's that the others wouldn't be alarmed. He sized up each demon he passed, until he found one who appeared to be his size. The creature didn't hear his soft step, and the snapping of the demon's neck was the only other sound in the falling rain.
Go see Hannah and take a nap. This will all blow over soon, and things will go back to normal.
I don't think both of us will make it out of the underworld. It makes me think about all the things I wish I'd done before I died. I wanted to backpack through Europe and go on a cruise somewhere warm. I wanted to make love with you on the beach under the full moon. Without worrying about demons or Kris or anything.
Death didn't come. Darkness fell, and Rhyn waited. He paced and stretched, imagining there would be some kind of a struggle. At long last, he forced himself to admit she wasn't coming. No one could've overlooked the blow he dealt her underworld. The trees all around them had died off with a tear forming in the earth that led in the direction of the palace.
You have a duty to protect all mortals, not just one.
In the meantime, all of Rhyn's Immortals and Death's assassins would be a disorganized mess.
I think it's a way to force you to eat by guilt, when you're not at all hungry.
Naw. Jeff would hit all of the districts a few times a year, spend two, sometimes three days depending on the need.
A stack of file folders was neatly arranged on one side, while a half-dozen pens, all facing in the same direction, were perfectly centered on the desk blotter.
Jeff used to jog and all but he got a bum knee.
Dean waited until she stopped for a breath and then rapidly explained they were doing all they could, would be in touch, thanked her and hung up.
Unfortunately, his efforts were all too often thwarted by a sympathetic judge or a system that could not find jail space for the numbers of criminals brought before it.
Jake was led forward by his attorney, a newcomer, a dapper little man resplendent in vest, patent leather shoes and a gold watch chain, all topped off by a condescending smile that seemed to say, "Look out, rubes, I'm going to spring this poor victim before you finish administrating the oath."
Often it's a judgment thing—the court weighs all the facts and makes a determination.
The place was a morgue of mannequins, all clutching briefcases, their faces in newspapers as the planes stood silently by.
The Wassermann twins, sainted boys according to the stilted account, had been all but ignored, according to the writer, Linda Segal, a name Dean didn't recognize.
It's all a big mistake!
It's all a mistake.
He thought it was a big joke, making all these plans and there in the back of the motel is our car.
They all had a good laugh over that too, all but Dean.
The 'case' is a police matter if it's a case at all.
Yeah, but all the same, if it was you who skipped, wouldn't you be a bit anxious about what was happening?
I'd have blown my brains all over the wall months ago if I didn't have him to give me a hard time.
Only a couple of days later we hear all hell's broken loose 'cause something ain't where it's supposed to be.
Or, they both think our friend here and his buddies the Wassermann twins are all a few bucks richer!
But their little sojourn to Scranton had not yielded once and for all what Dean had hoped for, a dead end to close off speculation on this business.
If someone were trying to get a line on the whereabouts of Vinnie Baratto, they would all have to exercise more caution driving to the Pocono hideout.
They took a cigarette to his balls for one thing, and there's all kinds of marks on him.
Later, when all was quiet, a restless half-sleep was all he could achieve.
Maybe he forgot he had it on—him being a little sloshed and all.
It gets to be a habit after all these years.
We all drink a little too much once in a while.
The unease of the entire situation put him in a foul mood all the way home.
So you called all the local dealers to find out if anyone named Cleary or Byrne or Corbin bought a new motor home?
Nothing had been stolen and after yesterday's encounter with the blue Ford, all agreed they had a line on the prime suspects.
He plugged in a Coltrane disc and then a Gerry Mulligan and laid back to commiserate with the perfect sound of it all while he closed his eyes and pretended he was happy.
He was gonna just leave a message but I explained I knew all about the case.
You need an identity—papers in your name—charge accounts, a bank where you can feed in a little money at a time, a driver's license, all that stuff.
The Parkside men in blue were nothing but a bunch of incompetent misfits who should all be fired, so continued the tirade.
According to the Sentinel you guys have a good shot at taking it all.
I got all this info from Gruber's wife—hubby was out on a job when I called.
I had my foot in the door and he darn near busted it, all the time saying his wife had a big mouth and didn't know what she was talking about.
Crouched astride a bike was a great place to think and he surely needed training with his July week in Iowa getting closer all the time.
Norfolk had all but ceased trying to locate the ex-World Wide employee, but Dean still considered him a missing piece in the puzzle and wanted to talk to the man.
It was a shared-popcorn, arm-around-her-shoulder, old-fashioned-love-story-movie kind of evening, topped off by a kiss goodnight—a real one, just one, maybe not passionate but on the lips and not a brother-sister smooch at all.
With one motion he struck downward with his right arm and swung his left elbow with all his might on a level line at the man's jaw.
The man reached down with one hand and pulled his partner to a standing position and nudged Dean forward all in one motion, burying his gun in the detective's side.
I kind of hoped she might be with you," and then he added, a tad self-consciously, "she's been gone all night."
Yeah. He calls a lot but I don't think Ma likes it—him being married and all.
His mind was awhirl with the pending confrontation, not to mention the magazine article with one more arrow pointing toward bicycling, the motor home, a trip west, the Rocky Mountains and Jeffrey Byrne, all rolled into one very plausible package.
Dean introduced Fred O'Connor, who was taking it all in, and the three chatted in a quieter area at the far end of the hall, away from the worst of the mayhem.
Arthur's social friends pawed all over one another on one side of the room, while his lawyer pals held down the other side, acting as if it were a board meeting instead of a wake.
But a blue truck is a start, that's all I'm saying.
He might have a mustache, black hair or a shaved head for all we know, and two and a half million could buy a face-job making him look like Robert Redford.
The Anasazi, "The Ancient Ones," as the present day Navajo call them, built cities and a society for 13 centuries before abandoning this high Sonoran desert, all before Columbus ever set sail.
As all of the bikers were assigned numbers, Dean made a verbal note of each on a small handheld tape-recorder borrowed from his more official duties.
You take the lead for a while—I'm tired of eating all the bugs.
He probably booked a bunch of reservations, all in different aliases, all over the country.
I was all set to have a few more at the motel and a big dinner but he begged off—just dropped me at my place.
I don't know what else it could have been, him being in a strange town and all.
We all need a good night's sleep.
It would be a shame to lose him after all our work.
Then we started hearing all this nonsense about Byrne until it got us wondering if there might be something to it, so we did a little detecting ourselves.
I didn't plan any of it, but all of a sudden, there you are, every dream you ever imagined staring you smack in the face—unbelievable options—every kid's fantasy come true.
I guess I've always been a dreamer and one night when I was just taking a piss I tripped over a couple suitcases with all my dreams in 'em. Sometimes there are temptations you just can't pass up.
Then all three of us will take a little ride up the mountain.
He's a cutie all right, but I have to agree with Katie.
I like the fact that he's not all muscled up like a wrestler.
Of course, we all know he's a doctor, but I have to say Indian Chief isn't too far off, either.
It had all the modern conveniences – dishwasher, garbage disposal, and even a built-in oven.
It would be a relief to turn all that stress over to him.
Alex wrote a check, pocketed the bill of sale and title, and then they all walked out of the office.
I'll bring a couple of cages home from work tomorrow, so we can catch the chickens and bring them all up here at once.
He had been a top salesman, which meant he had a way with words, and that's all he intended to do - talk.
For all I know he has a dozen wives.
In spite of all the guilt, shopping was relaxing and fruitful with a hefty budget.
Yet, of all the reasons she wanted a baby, feeling important wasn't even in the top 100.
A grown woman playing in the hay with a lamb – all dressed up.
I don't think you're a liar at all.
She was living in a warm dry house with all the food she could eat and no worries.
For a moment he didn't respond at all.
It all boiled down to money – who had a paycheck to measure the importance of their labor and who didn't.
Considering all the things she had heard, husbands as responsible and trustworthy as Alex were a rare breed.
She moved into his embrace in a non-verbal response that pushed all but one thought from her mind.
And Dad, worn out from working the farm all day; disgruntled by years of fighting a losing battle with nature - of never having enough money to take care of his family properly.
With a start she realized where all this was going.
Mr. Reynolds was comforting a weeping Mums, and all of Josh's sisters had their husbands to comfort them.
I'm a flirt, but it's all innocent.
As far as he could tell, she had borne it all without breathing a word to anyone else.
You have a noble master who will find places for all your children.
It all boils down to a matter of minutes, he'd heard his masters saying.
She'd watched him go from a near-comatose state, through his teenager stage that nearly drove them all mad, to the gym-obsessed warrior trying to understand his place in the world.
I know if you all stay with us, we will have less of a chance than if we're separated.