What could he do about it but lose more sleep?
I wish you could hear yourself talking.
I had let so much gas out of my balloon that I could not rise again, and in a few minutes the earth closed over my head.
How could she blame him?
How could he find out?
I never thought I could do it.
The doctor thought I could not live.
If anything could take her mind off the worry of surrogacy, he could.
"Could we fly with them?" asked Dorothy.
"Maybe we could get a van," Carmen suggested.
I could not be induced to tell where the key was.
I could not understand, and was vexed.
But not a trace could they find of the tiny creature they sought.
Oh, I guess Zeb could fight if he had to.
It seemed as if no one saw that coming because, frankly, no one could conceive of it happening.
How could he do such a thing to his own children?
All this was so terrible and unreal that he could not understand it at all, and so had good reason to be afraid.
She could have asked, but that might tip her hand.
The sudden rush into space confused them so that they could not think.
Bad science fiction plots, speculating on futures which could not really happen, are the worst examples of this.
Tonight, when it was dark, she could pretend they were at home.
He could not resist looking at them once more.
Edward could spell nearly all the words in his primer, and he could read quite well.
How could I have looked him in the face?
No one could deny that Alex was a devoted husband and father.
Alex helped the man get the luggage into the trunk and then hurried to assist Carmen into the car before the man could touch her.
We could say he has excellent taste.
The school was more than a mile from their home, and the children trotted along as fast as their short legs could carry them.
I could not help it.
Could you start a fire, honey?
From their elevated position they could overlook the entire valley, but not a single moving object could they see.
I guess we could say he hasn't been around much.
The Christmas tree could only be seen from the back of the house, but that didn't matter.
Besides, after he inherited, he could always put someone in charge of the estate.
She could count his ribs easily where they showed through the skin of his body, and his head was long and seemed altogether too big for him, as if it did not fit.
It was almost as if he were shutting Felipa off before she could reveal something.
Could you have foreseen that the advent of a technology called "air conditioning" in homes would alter the social fabric of the nation?
Could we make a car that can go 300 mph?
But what could have happened?
But if you could trust him this way and there was no electricity, would it still be love?
She turned around so he could unzip it - which he did without hesitation.
He ran home as fast as he could, blowing the whistle as he ran.
Only they could fail to see it, the prince continued, evidently thinking of the campaign of 1807 which seemed to him so recent.
In the open space between the clouds and the black, bubbling sea far beneath, could be seen an occasional strange bird winging its way swiftly through the air.
If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with, said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
"So could I," added Zeb.
With so many people at their house, it was fortunate that the weather was warm and dry so they could utilize the courtyard for the children.
A spiked drink might seem harmless, but if a person was taking certain prescription drugs, it could be dangerous.
His life was such that no man could ever say, "Ben Franklin has wronged me."
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
Black figures flitted about before the fire, and through the incessant crackling of the flames talking and shouting could be heard.
But he was kind and gentle only to those of his regiment, to Timokhin and the like--people quite new to him, belonging to a different world and who could not know and understand his past.
Actually, I could make guesses, but they might well be spectacularly wrong and a guy doesn't want that haunting him ten years from now.
You could wear a feed sack at a formal dinner and not look underdressed.
How could anyone fall asleep that fast?
"I could eat something," said Dorothy.
Indeed, my friends and relatives sometimes doubted whether I could be taught.
Pierre wished to reply, but could not get in a word.
Old Rostov could not tell his wife of what had passed without tears, and at once consented to Petya's request and went himself to enter his name.
Yet, look where she would, Dorothy could discover no bells at all in the great glass hall.
They heard the sudden twittering of a bird, but could not find the creature anywhere.
How could he do such a thing in front of Jonathan... and where was Jonathan?
Pierre stood rather far off and could not hear all that the Emperor said.
Could all this be happening to her?
"Yes. I couldn't find a better friend than Alex, could I?" she said.
What could you give them here that you couldn't give them at home?
"I do not want money," returned the braided man, "for I could not spend it in this deserted place if I had it.
If I had an even faster computer than I have today, I could come up with really interesting questions to ask it.
You could sit up as late as you pleased, and, whenever you got up, go abroad without any landlord or house-lord dogging you for rent.
How could youths better learn to live than by at once trying the experiment of living?
She could not have read the letter as she did not even know it had arrived.
Princess Mary could not quite make out what he had said, but from his look it was clear that he had uttered a tender caressing word such as he had never used to her before.
Nothing could be gained by dwelling on such thoughts.
Still, it could be a lot worse.
Alex wouldn't lie, but if he was given enough time to think about it, he could certainly evade the issue.
He picked it up, but could not see what he held.
In the first place, I tell you we have no right to question the Emperor about that, and secondly, if the Russian nobility had that right, the Emperor could not answer such a question.
If God thought it was wrong, nothing we could have done would have been successful.
In the past, success relied heavily on whether an entrepreneur could move an offline experience online better than someone else.
No, so I could get over it.
Well I sure could.
They couldn't leave here soon enough as far as she was concerned.
He said I could spend his money with a clear conscience.
There was nothing he could do.
A person couldn't be in control all the time - right all the time.
At least now they could face this thing together.
A few weeks wouldn't mean the difference in paying for college, and she could use the time to relax.
It could be a way to get her to put it down.
Worse things could happen.
Could she blame him?
I thought maybe we could get married and live here.
I mean, I could still have my business in town.
Then, when we have kids, Mom could watch them.
How could he remain so composed?
Ours? said many voices, and the men were in such haste to clear out that the prince could hardly stop them.
How could they make a man commander-in-chief who cannot mount a horse, who drops asleep at a council, and has the very worst morals!
Then he again opened his eyes and said something none of them could understand for a long time, till at last Tikhon understood and repeated it.
No doubt he didn't like being reminded that her dream could only be achieved by unnatural methods.
Señor Medena was watching Alex, but from the corner of her eye Carmen could see Alex was looking out the window.
I knew because he proved to me that I could trust him with my heart and soul - the way you trust your mother and father.
"I couldn't sleep," she said.
She pushed him back, speaking as firmly as she could without talking loud enough for the children to hear.
She could believe that of Dulce, but not of Felipa.
Maybe he could have saved the baby.
If only she could have one more chance.
"I could call a taxi," she said.
I hoped we could go for a walk.
I thought I could trust you.
That could be a reality.
How long this state of things continued Dorothy could not even guess, she was so greatly bewildered.
"If that is so," said the boy, "how could he do that wonderful trick with the nine tiny piglets?"
But they were in great numbers, and the Champion could not shout much because he had to save his breath for fighting.
Looking through this opening they could see the Valley of Voe lying far below them, the cottages seeming like toy houses from that distance.
On peering out all they could see was rolling banks of clouds, so thick that they obscured all else.
So, if we had the wings, and could escape the Gargoyles, we might fly to that rock and be saved.
Sometimes they had to climb over heaps of loose rock, where Jim could scarcely drag the buggy.
"I could if I happened to be a real wizard," returned the master sadly.
Of course; how else could I see it?
So isn't it just possible that it could end ignorance, disease, poverty, hunger, and war?
I sometimes try my acquaintances by such tests as this--Who could wear a patch, or two extra seams only, over the knee?
Or I could refer you to Ireland, which is marked as one of the white or enlightened spots on the map.
I swear to you on my honor that Napoleon was in such a fix as never before and might have lost half his army but could not have taken Smolensk.
The "man of great merit," despite his desire to obtain the post of director, could not refrain from reminding Prince Vasili of his former opinion.
She ran up to him and, in the play of the sunlight that fell in small round spots through the shade of the lime-tree avenue, could not be sure what change there was in his face.
But what it was, no one could tell: it might be some caprice of a sick and half-crazy man, or it might relate to public affairs, or possibly to family concerns.
I figured you could use the rest.
They were well aware of what could have happened.
Strange how such a placid moment could stir up such emotional turmoil.
The houses of the city were all made of glass, so clear and transparent that one could look through the walls as easily as through a window.
His boney legs moved so fast they could scarcely be seen, and the Wizard clung fast to the seat and yelled "Whoa!" at the top of his voice.
Then a sudden turn brought them to a narrow gallery where the buggy could not pass.
Yes; a wicked witch enchanted her, so she could not rule her kingdom.
It was high, much higher than he could reach.
My parents at once determined to take me to Baltimore to see if anything could be done for my eyes.
My father made holes in these so that I could string them, and for a long time they kept me happy and contented.
How, then, could I have a furnished house?
Getting around in front, so that she could look inside, the girl saw a boy curled up on the seat, fast asleep.
And so, if she couldn't have it in her head, she'd put it into his.
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, so I got up and dressed.
Could I ride one?
Their differences couldn't be merely heritage.
At least he couldn't blame her for any lack of attention this time.
Carmen couldn't make out more than a few words, but one of them was mare.
Most girls wanted to be a princess at some point in their youth, though she couldn't specifically remember that wish.
The man, or boy, couldn't have been more than twenty, yet his steps were as sure as the hands that whirled her around the room.
I couldn't even imagine him in a comma.
"It could be a girl and a boy?" she asked hopefully.
They loved one child as much as the other, but one child could never take the place of another.
No matter how sorry Alex was for what happened, or how many times he apologized or tried to make up for it, he couldn't remove the hurt.
What would be different this time was the fact that he couldn't deny the babies were his - that and the fact that this time she had no uterus to lose.
Alondra leaned forward on the couch so she could see Carmen.
Carmen couldn't deny that fact.
Well, she certainly couldn't deny that.
When Morino rode far enough ahead so that he couldn't hear their conversation, Carmen finally spoke to Alex.
How long did he think he could hide them - or avoid them, for that matter?
Who could say what might have been if the smallest thing had been different in their lives?
Even if they could change things, she didn't want to.
In any case, there was nothing that couldn't wait to be discussed at home.
They could discuss it privately when they got home.
She shrugged with as much elegance as she could muster, and eyed him with deliberate interest.
If only she could conquer these mood shifts.
Alex and Jonathan wanted to help decorate, but there were some basic things that could be done.
Could they afford to buy a van?
She might have lost the baby anyway, but the way he treated her couldn't have helped.
No one could have been more private than Josh.
There was nothing she could do about it until he got home, so she might as well not think about it.
I thought maybe we could get a van, but I didn't know if we could afford it.
Actually, what I said was that no one got to the point that they couldn't use more money.
Considering the problems they presented, she could hardly blame him for that.
If that Alex returned to his roots, there was no reason she couldn't be at his side.
It was unrealistic to think two people could spend a lifetime together and never squabble about anything.
Destiny followed her and Carmen pulled the chair beside her out so she could crawl into it.
In fact, he had a strong respect for the security it could provide.
All this time I thought the company was interested in him because he could speak both Spanish and English.
In fact, I think Uncle Fabrice had him convinced that he couldn't sell a cheeseburger to a starving man.
On the other hand, how could Alex be a positive influence if his Uncle truly felt that way?
Since his current office was directly across from their bedroom, it seemed a better place for babies that Alex said could be born early.
If only she could take Destiny's pain and fear.
Alex patiently consoled and distracted her while the nurse taped a padded board to her hand and wrist so she couldn't move it.
They both couldn't be there all the time.
When I told her about Destiny, she asked if she could come up and help.
"She could stay with us," Katie interjected.
Alex must have told the carpenters to stop working so she could sleep during the day.
Carmen could hear her crying all the way down the hall to the elevator.
His laugh was low, and she could imagine his mocking expression.
Felipa definitely needed his help with chartering the helicopter, but he could have done that from Houston.
She couldn't be with Destiny and Alex at the same time.
He says he thinks he has a cold, but the doctor told me he could get pneumonia real easy.
Alex would be upset, but what could she do?
How could he be so calm about it?
That's the soonest I could get a flight.
How could a man with four million in the bank be in financial danger?
He seemed sincere, but it could have been an act.
She started to get up so she could lead him to their bedroom, but he tugged her back down to the window seat.
It was hard to say whether Alex was withholding facts so she couldn't contest his decisions or simply because he thought she did not need to know.
I find it hard to believe you wouldn't help him if you could.
As soon as she said it she wished she could take it back.
Why would he need to lie when he could simply tell her that it didn't concern her?
I guess the way I've acted... not telling you things - what else could you think?
If he has custody, she couldn't get the money.
When I said you were the father, you couldn't believe it.
Maybe she couldn't make the ugly beast go away completely, but she had learned to control it.
Now they could discuss things instead of avoiding sensitive subjects - build on their relationship instead of tearing it down with the same demolition ball.
I suppose so, but I thought I could work it out.
When Alex approached Carmen about giving Tessa some money, she said it was up to him, but keep in mind that the issue could have been something like drugs.
Jonathan was so excited that he couldn't stop talking about her.
Could you help me zip this?
The trip to the airport and the flight to Illinois were both uneventful, the hotel accommodations better than they could have expected on such short notice.
It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but it seemed much longer.
I would not have left them out of my will - I could not.
They could do nothing for the occupants.
Headlights were backed up as far as the eye could see, waiting impatiently for someone to direct them away from the gridlock.
As bad as the wreck was, it could have been worse.
She could have been a model.
A person could change a lot in a few years, especially when they were that young.
He'd like to believe in good and the happy-ever-after, but that innocence could never be retrieved.
Allen couldn't be rejected, so he belittled her intelligence, the close relationship with her family and accused her of cheating on him.
He had enough alcohol in his veins to believe he could drive, and too much pride to leave the party in the passenger seat.
Apparently time had caught up with Mom before she could finish.
Mom always said lost time couldn't be replaced.
She could almost hear his voice calling "Litha."
It couldn't be real, and yet... she remembered the train whistle and the ghostly voice of Nick.
Her head felt like it could float off her body.
If she could talk to her family, maybe she could clear all this up.
She could drive, if someone would simply tell her where they were.
Nick was trying to wake her up so they could go to the mall.
Could you get them out?
I could be a room mate – help you with the bills and pay rent.
All Len wants out of me is information about Allen, and Howard couldn't care less where I am.
And I'm glad I could be there when you needed me.
That night exhaustion did what no pill could do, and she finally slept.
All this attention from Howard could be due to a guilty conscience.
Maybe when she got back she could replace her old one.
It wasn't as if they could do anything anyway.
Only low brush could grow in so small a space... no trees to prevent a vehicle from plunging into the forested mountain ranges below and beyond.
Nothing could be gained by remaining still.
At any time a gust of wind could send the car over the cliff.
It was all she could do to remain upright on tingling weak legs.
Only blindness could have prevented her from knowing that she was unusually attractive.
She peered cautiously over the edge, but couldn't see the car.
Yeah, you could get to it, but it would take a while, and you'd be subjecting yourself to thorns, ticks, snakes and about ten miles of the roughest country you can imagine.
He could have forced her into the car... could have drug her into the woods.
"I... I couldn't stay here," she stuttered.
She winced as she stood, and glanced up into blue eyes that gave every indication he could read her mind.
If I could use your phone, Mrs. Giddon, I'll see if I can find someone to come get me.
It ached in places there couldn't be muscles.
It had been in all the local papers, but she wasn't sure she could talk about it without getting emotional.
If you had been with them you couldn't have done anything to prevent the accident.
She had always been a recluse at heart, often declining a social outing with her friends so that she could be alone with a book or her writing.
Being close enough so that she could attend college while living at home had been their rationalization, but she suspected they were also trying to stimulate her social life.
The money would dry, and her clothes could be washed.
As soon as she retrieved her purse and clothes, she could call Connie to come get her.
Directing Connie to the house would be difficult, but Lisa could wait at the end of the drive.
She ate in silence, wondering how she could manage the hike to the car.
Surely it couldn't be as bad as Giddon had indicated.
He's a big horse, but I couldn't make him carry the two of us in that terrain.
She gripped him around the waist, wishing she could crush the breath from him.
He could easily overpower her in a struggle or outlast her in a chase.
The trail couldn't have been a road... more likely a wash.
By now she was so turned around that she couldn't have found her way to the ATV, much less the road.
How could he take advantage of her that way?
Still, what could he expect?
I hate to ask you for another favor, but I wonder if I could pay you to drive me home.
He could hardly be blamed if he chose to make her walk home.
I wish you could stay.
He and Sarah had done far more for her than could have been expected.
He glanced up as she entered and turned the photo around so that she could see the picture.
I could have... would have been more of a comfort.
Not more than four hours ago he was so mad at her that he could hardly speak.
He couldn't wait to get her out of the house.
She stammered, trying to think of an excuse why she couldn't go.
Why, she couldn't say.
Of course she couldn't go with him.
It wasn't as though she could explain her sudden Jekyll and Hide personality, either.
Lisa did the best she could to draw a map on the small piece of paper.
Could you carry that?
How could she have been such a fool?
How could she blame him for wanting to smile?
Not that she could deny a vivid imagination.
Tammy could swim almost as well as Lisa, but Sarah couldn't swim at all, confessing unabashed that she was afraid of the water.
Sarah couldn't understand her desire to be alone, but she accepted it.
She had admired his work as long as she could remember.
With everyone gone, she could enjoy the solitude.
First I'd have to find a man before I could find a new one.
Either he would give her due respect or he could find another sitter.
His smile was so disarming that she couldn't help smiling back.
Still, how could Giddon know?
He couldn't win the argument any other way, so he had resorted to his irresistible charm.
If only she could believe he wasn't involved in anything illegal.
He couldn't help but detect her wild pulse.
Could you have Howard look into his record?
If Len has time, maybe he could help me.
But how could she do that when he was there every day?
Of course, she could call Connie, but Yancey's conversation on the phone was fresh in her memory.
They had talked in front of her, so it couldn't be what she thought.
If he caught her in the woods, she could say she was looking for wild flowers.
She searched around for a landmark that could be seen over the trees, but nothing was tall enough.
She couldn't outrun it - in any condition, and it could climb a tree as fast as she could.
He already knew she was here, and it wasn't as though she could run and hide.
Secure in his strong arms, she wondered how she could have suspected him of anything sinister.
You could have a fracture.
Of course, she could take his.
You could have been killed today, you know that?
She could feel it in his soft kisses on her neck, in the way he whispered her name.
She said she couldn't tolerate his moods.
Who could blame Valorie for shrinking from Yancey's temper?
Sarah was his mother, so he would be respectful, and if he wasn't she could always walk away.
If he thought he could terrorize her, he had another think coming.
There could be a number of reasons that Sarah would welcome her as a daughter-in-law, not the least of which was the goings-on down that path.
Still, if she could get into that building and find out, it might ease her mind.
I wish I could explore the woods.
At his affirmative nod, she hurried to her room and changed into jeans and sneakers before he could change his mind.
I'll take you for a ride through more country in a day than you could hope to walk in a week.
If they could talk, what tales these hills could tell.
A body could get lost out here and never be found.
He could be tender and thoughtful, as well as charming.
Could he actually be involved in anything less than honest?
He didn't like a police officer there – or her leaving with him, but what could he say?
When you two walked in, I could feel the electricity.
How could she be so stupid?
How could she have known how he felt?
Howard couldn't find anything on this guy.
Maybe he was going to show her he could be a nice guy too.
The restaurant was one that she had heard of, but couldn't afford to enjoy.
But how could he?
You said you couldn't dance.
Tammy could have been born when he was very young.
She spoke quickly, hoping that desire could be covered up by a professional front.
Was he falling in love as well, or was he simply taking what he could get?
A little memory work might be required, but anyone could count from nineteen to twenty.
Maybe that was a lead Howard could use.
No, nothing could explain the exchange she witnessed.
How could she answer them without implicating Yancey?
Why couldn't she feel the same excitement about him?
Maybe she could act like she didn't notice it was him.
How could anyone who loved so thoroughly be guilty of the things she suspected?
Of course, it could happen, but it simply didn't fit his character.
A mouse she could handle – literally, but a snake was something different.
What could she say?
As much evidence as there was to the contrary, she couldn't believe Yancey was involved in drugs.
It wasn't something that could be denied.
When she reached for the receiver, he released it reluctantly and then lounged against the wall where he could hear her conversation.
He was in his chair, trying to control his curiosity, but she couldn't let it rest at that.
Angry as she was, she couldn't suppress a smile.
He did ask if she could talk.
A soft breeze carried a faint familiar odor, but it was gone before she could identify it.
Could it have been Marijuana?
And yet, if he was involved in something illegal, they could have nothing together.
If she could only get inside that building.
She started to shut the door, but he had the storm door open and his foot in the door before she could react.
"Get out," she said with as much authority as she could muster.
An answer was impossible, even if she could stop coughing long enough.
Before she could get a word out, Howard covered her mouth with his.
I asked Connie if you could...
The one person she thought she could trust had turned on her.
From the time they broke up, she knew it could come to this if he were left to his own devices.
Hopefully, the why of it wouldn't come out until she could explore that building.
Len was the only one left she could trust, and she couldn't tell him anything without implicating Yancey.
It was a total mystery to her why Len and Howard couldn't light a fire in her the way Yancey did.
She could barely breath.
If she could get to her telephone, she could call someone for help.
Was there nothing she could do that didn't give her emotions and everything else away?
Fine, she could play too.
If he wanted to hurt me, he could follow me in my car.
She could have left then, and might have if curiosity hadn't gotten the best of her.
Fine, he could have it.
Maybe one of those brown sacks in the laundry room would work, and she could put the pictures in with it.
Then today when I couldn't find her . . .
What was it he said that day in the mountains... a body could be lost in those hills forever?
Whatever she couldn't get into it, she would simply have to leave behind.
How could he think she would go along with something so criminal?
Could she have been wrong about it all?
She could feel her face getting hot.
If she was wrong about him... but how could she be?
You couldn't even say I love you.
How can you love a business that could get your family killed.
How could you not know?
He could see I was getting serious, and he was afraid you would draw me away from my work.
I've kept my identity hidden for five years now, but I knew deep down inside that it couldn't last forever.
When I saw you standing there in the road, so beautiful, your hair flowing around you like morning mist, I couldn't let you walk away.
I simply couldn't resist you.
I had to bring you here so I could paint a portrait.
He couldn't understand why she would say that when she'd been living in his house so long.
I could understand why he would be chasing her, but if I'd have known she'd go for a guy older than me...
She couldn't have been farther from the truth.
I've never met anyone who could evade a question as well as he can.
Of course, a little make-up and the right clothes could do wonders - which was a good way to wind up straying off the path she had mapped before she left home.
Couldn't sleep, so I decided to get up and fix breakfast.
I know I could get mugged, but that could happen in the hospital parking lot if I was driving a car.
Sure, she could be mule headed, and sometimes she was moody, but was she that bad?
Of course, living in an apartment with three girls couldn't be easy.
She couldn't have been more awake before she left the house.
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.
She couldn't see his facial expression in the dark, so it was hard to tell if he was teasing her or not.
He grabbed her waist before she could back away, and pulled her into his arms.
That could be attributed greatly to the fact that she had avoided any relationships.
How could they have missed feeling the light flakes that had been kissing their cheeks?
Still, neither of them could afford to move out right now, so their relationship would have to remain a secret.
We couldn't afford an apartment right now - even with the two of us.
If only she could shout it to the world.
How could you know?
How could you not know, when he invited you to go see his parents?
I always heard marriage could break up a good friendship.
Nothing she could say would make any difference anyway.
I thought maybe you could look at him.
We thought maybe you could convince him to go, or at least look at him.
Maybe you could even talk him into going to the doctor - or at least calling the doctor.
If his father was that ill, maybe she could encourage him to go to the doctor.
Watching the two of them, it was all she could do to control her own tears... especially knowing that this was at least partly her fault.
She could have administered CPR until the ambulance arrived.
How could she blame him if he wanted to call the marriage off?
If you had left when Brandon wanted you to, you still couldn't have done anything.
His hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her back so that he could see her face.
She wanted to ask him how long he would stay at the ranch, but she couldn't think of a way to word the question that didn't sound insensitive.
What can he do out there right now that he couldn't do a month and a half from now.
She delved into her work, wishing that Brandon could be there.
In such a small town, there couldn't be many positions, and the pay wouldn't come close to what she was making in Tulsa.
They all didn't understand that she couldn't simply run out and get a job like she had in Tulsa.
Surely she couldn't be expected to commute that kind of distance on a regular basis.
They could hardly say she hadn't tried.
They were offering more than she could make after several years' experience at the hospital in Tulsa.
Her hair was drawn back severely into a bun and she had black eyes that could render a lie detector machine obsolete.
I've been through this so many times I could do it in my sleep.
I'll find out, anyway, but you could save us both some time if you tell me now.
She couldn't tear her gaze from his.
Brandon retired to a table nearby and it was all Adrienne could do to keep her mind on the interview.
Ridges of sparkling white sand surrounded the camp like a sleeping dragon, soaking heat from the sun - resting now so it could spit its fiery breath at them later in the day.
A woman could do all the work but somehow the man got the credit and benefit.
She couldn't have forgotten those eyes.
She's got a sharp tongue, but she could make shoe soles taste like fine steak.
Maybe he wasn't a saddle bum, but only a greenhorn would think he could live off the barren land that surrounded them.
Of course, even a greenhorn could follow the wagon tracks they would leave in the sand.
Since each wagon had three teams of horses, that could become time consuming - and time was their enemy.
All that churning of sand and dust disguised their trail to some degree, but nothing could hide the trail of five heavy wagons.
How could he leave them that way?
It brought her closer to the time when she could go back to the ranch.
The mules were lathered - a condition that could be dangerous in the desert.
If women weren't attracted to them, maybe men could control themselves.
We sure could use you.
A boot came down on the angry insect before it could reach her.
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.
A horse and rider could cover more distance in a day that the mules could pulling the heavy freight wagons.
He was proud of the fifteen or more miles his freighters could travel in a day.
All the money in the world couldn't have saved her.
In the moonlight she could see him look up sharply.
She couldn't resist teasing him.
You couldn't find any eggs for our breakfast?
What was going on behind those fantastic eyes, she couldn't say, but Pete's jaw must have dropped a mile.
Money would be tight, but they could manage.
That would supplement her meager savings, and she could be with the twins.
The job couldn't last much longer, anyway.
They could do their own cooking, even though it wouldn't be as nice.
"I thought I recognized you that first day," she said, "but I couldn't place you.
The only way he could have known was by asking Mrs. Hertz.
Your father asked me to look for you while I was out this way, and bring you home if I could.
She couldn't abandon her babies to him, even if he was their father.
They could find a place somewhere.
There was nothing she could do tonight.
In the morning she rolled out of her bed before the sun could stain the sky.
Finally Royce could contain himself no longer.
I couldn't help but hear you two last night.
We could get married in Ashley and take the stage back.
I don't know if I could ever love a man.
She could do a lot worse than Davis, but marriage wasn't a solution to her problems.
Cassie could feel the color draining from her face.
It was amazing how clearly a person could see things when trouble lurked on the horizon.
He could have gone to get those troops - or to Ashley for that matter.
Cassie squinted into the darkness, searching for a target, but all she could see was dust and an occasional hoof.
He held her without speaking, probably sensing there was little he could say to make her feel better.
We could take two wagons, but that would mean we'd have to travel slow, and there wouldn't be any animals for riding except Bordeaux's horse.
Or, we could throw our saddles on the mules and use the rest for pack animals.
I like the idea of burying the supplies, but I don't think the Indians would be fooled if we buried everything – even if we could.
They packed as much as they could on six mules and left the other six for riding.
He couldn't be serious.
Could he actually be serious about this?
How could she tell him without being insulting?
He could promise to love her forever, but hadn't her father said the same thing to Mom?
Even now he could walk away.
They slid down the hill a ways until they could stand without being seen.
And if she still couldn't make up her mind?
Cassie could feel them all watching her as she settled to the ground.
Could Bordeaux resist temptation - and if not, would he expect forgiveness from her?
Cassie cleaned the supper dishes as best she could with sand, and stored them in one of the packs.
He cupped his hand to her ear so she could hear over the howl of the rising wind.
She could hardly wait to get back to Texas.
A home with bittersweet memories - a home she could no longer have?
Could she ever truly love any man?
In an hour or so the storm would abate and they could leave.
Maybe she could get a little rest while they waited.
Instead, she allowed him to gently turn her body so that he could gaze into her eyes.
She had thought she could never be coerced, but the truth was, she had never been tempted.
No, because men have needs and desires women couldn't understand.
How could men possibly have a greater desire or need than she had just felt?
Could it grow strong enough to make her forget about those who depended on her?
He lifted his rifle, cocking it as quietly as he could, and she followed suit.
She could almost hear his gravely voice...
How could they get away, leaving such a trail?
If she couldn't keep up she would likely get him killed.
She couldn't let him do that.
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