Maybe he should see a doctor.
Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
But maybe as a civilization, we have to talk out loud to figure out where we stand, to make progress.
Maybe they knew what kind of bait to throw out.
Maybe something was wrong all along.
Maybe his father favored boys.
Maybe we need it as a release valve that lets off societal pressure ...
Maybe you don't think this deserves its own point.
Maybe a bad piece of information did lead to the deaths of millions.
Maybe he felt excluded - or maybe he simply needed a little encouragement.
You boast of spending a tenth part of your income in charity; maybe you should spend the nine tenths so, and done with it.
Maybe that was the problem.
Maybe he was simply tired.
Yet he too was an excellent dancer - or maybe everyone's dancing skills were so much better than hers that it only appeared so to her.
Maybe lifting had nothing to do with it.
"And maybe he won't!" answered Jim.
"Maybe I do love a poor girl," said Nicholas to himself.
Maybe this is dawning on us.
Maybe they think they have.
Maybe it was inevitable at that point that some spark would set off the powder keg of Europe.
But then, maybe Alondra was one of those people who simply took a long time to warm to strangers.
I thought maybe by now you would have adjusted.
Maybe a little levity would help.
Maybe they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.
Or maybe smart old people just direct that energy to crosswords and it is not the crosswords doing the job at all ...
Okay, maybe for novelty value.
"Maybe Jim will go," continued Dorothy, looking at the horse.
"Maybe we could get a van," Carmen suggested.
Maybe that was what made him such a good salesman in the past.
Maybe Felipa had a love she wasn't sure about.
He didn't want to go, so maybe this was his expression of resistance.
Maybe it resurrected memories that were unpleasant - even painful.
Maybe it was her way of keeping Josh alive.
Two to four weeks - maybe more.
Maybe it was jet lag - whatever that was.
Maybe getting away from Dulce had helped.
Maybe you think prisoners have it too easy serving time while their victims struggle to piece their lives back together.
If Alex felt the need to protect her from Gerald, maybe she shouldn't be dancing with him.
Or maybe he was thinking about their conversation last night.
Maybe it was the soft accent that held her attention.
In fact, maybe he didn't know her very well.
If so, maybe they should put one on the payroll.
Maybe it actually will be manufactured.
Maybe you will agree it to be possible, but after reading this chapter, you will likely think it is improbable.
Maybe you think the British ban on fox hunting with dogs is ridiculous.
Maybe that was it.
Start with a tropical drink from the extensive menu, and maybe an appetizer or two, then choose the vegetables you want included with your choice of seafood, chicken or beef.
Maybe this vacation would give them some much needed time together.
Maybe Katie wasn't the only one who had been overlooked by Señor Medena when it came to inheritance.
Felipa didn't seem to notice anything unusual in his attitude, so maybe he had always treated them that way.
And yet, there was something about her that suggested she was in uncharted waters - maybe body language.
"Maybe so," he said as he released her.
Maybe he was thinking about Alexia, but that was still on their land, in the old house before it was renovated.
Maybe that was what Felipa was talking about - that she fussed over him too much.
Maybe Alex wanted to be in control because he had been dominated all his life.
I thought maybe I wasn't high society material.
GMO could make this a crop that Africa could easily use to feed itself, gain food independence, and maybe even export.
You can install Boinc software on your computer, choose a project you want your computer to work on when you are away from it, and maybe do your bit to change the world.
Maybe not, but it would have made a difference if I had known how you felt.
Umm. Well, I think something like 50% of marriages fail - maybe more.
Maybe they all needed to know.
Maybe he felt more comfortable thinking of it that way.
Maybe war does serve some purpose.
I guess maybe hearing people talk... about their marriage.
Maybe Katie was simply trying to stay out of trouble.
I think maybe Alex married you to get away from his family.
Her beef was with Dulce - and maybe Alex.
Maybe he'd think about it next time.
Maybe the effects of the liquor would wear off by morning.
Maybe she thought it was funny.
Maybe she thinks it's a miss-match for you.
Maybe she has someone more suitable in mind.
Maybe, but how else would you explain things like this?
Maybe she thinks I'm the only thing keeping you from doing that.
Maybe we should go home.
But a lot more complicated for the other two, maybe.
Maybe it would always be there, but hopefully it would fade.
Maybe some of it was soaking in.
Maybe he was thinking about what his father would say or do when he came in.
Maybe I shouldn't have said anything right there...
Some day maybe I will find someone like Alex.
Maybe he loved his children more than she gave him credit for.
On the other hand, maybe he was simply surprised that Alondra would want such a tame life.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
Maybe he was unusually hungry.
Maybe because it had the same theme of wrought iron and ivory as the hacienda - and maybe they had been visiting too long.
"Maybe it's even nicer inside," She said with a forced smile.
Maybe he wanted to look at the house too.
Maybe they were both a little wrong... and a little right.
In fact, maybe that was why Dulce didn't come to breakfast.
Maybe he was wondering when the other shoe would fall.
He apparently owned several buildings he was leasing out on the coast - warehouses, maybe?
Maybe he could have saved the baby.
On the other hand, maybe he was hiding from something besides the responsibility of the ranch.
I thought maybe we could get a van, but I didn't know if we could afford it.
Then again, maybe he figured she wouldn't understand them if she did look.
Maybe he meant he was sick of all the bickering with his family.
Maybe it was anger that prompted him to make the remark about her spending his money, but he never apologized about it specifically.
Maybe so, but you did.
Maybe they had inherited or learned it from their mother, not his father.
Maybe there was another reason he decided to reclaim his money.
Maybe it caught up with him.
Maybe that was why he was the first to notice when she developed a fever.
Maybe they had, but what choice did they have?
I think maybe she would like this, yes?
Maybe he was defending surrogacy.
Then again, maybe he was still defending his fight for Alex.
Maybe there was no difference.
Maybe Señor Medena was trying to ingratiate himself with Alex.
Maybe it was more than that.
Maybe it was more a case of wishing it were so.
Maybe he knew it would do no good.
Maybe he was impressed with how quickly Jonathan improved.
Maybe it was therapeutic for him in some way.
Maybe she was right, and if Alex hadn't been such a perfect husband in every other way, she might have done it.
Maybe it was the thing with Dulce again.
Maybe that was what he had been so preoccupied with lately.
His gaze ran over her face searching - maybe surprised that she spoke her mind.
I know you would stand beside me - maybe even in front of me with the intent of protecting me.
Maybe it had something to do with his investments.
Then again, maybe he was being sued.
Maybe it wasn't Dulce he was going to see.
Maybe it was Tessa.
Maybe he felt that way too.
Maybe that was why his response lacked the usual mocking humor.
Maybe it was good for them - I don't know, but I don't think it's going to be good for you - or Alex.
Maybe she wasn't happy with the way her parents lived.
Maybe he was trying to protect her, but more likely he was simply trying to conceal the problem.
Maybe she didn't know him as well as she thought she did.
Maybe that was the real reason Tessa left him.
Maybe because he went into hiding from his family.
Maybe he was so distraught that he turned to Dulce for comfort.
Maybe she thought you would deny it was yours.
Maybe because she didn't want to think about it then.
Maybe she couldn't make the ugly beast go away completely, but she had learned to control it.
Maybe Katie was right.
Maybe the last situation was what gave her the courage to speak up when the inheritance tension came back.
Then again, maybe she was simply weary of listening to it.
Maybe he figured you had softened some on the issue.
Maybe they would both think about it before they jumped at each other next time - especially in front of the children.
Maybe you are having a little water gain, but you look great.
He has to learn how... and maybe he senses your anxiety.
Maybe he didn't want anyone else to know.
Natalie needed little encouragement - or maybe it was because Carmen was a little more relaxed and experienced.
Maybe he wondered - maybe he knew - if his father had ever held him as he held his offspring right now.
Maybe we would have felt this way with them if things had been different.
Maybe it was the emotional high they were feeling because of the babies, but something seemed to have shifted their foundation.
Maybe it's something a person understands better when he becomes a father.
Maybe that was how it was in any marriage.
Maybe that was enough.
Spencer was nearly ten years older than her, but maybe she liked older men.
If Lisa was involved with both Spencer and Mertz, maybe she was an informant for Spenser.
Maybe Lathum had a point.
Maybe friends didn't let friends drive drunk, but how did they stop them when there were so many?
They knew about the break up and maybe they thought she knew about the drugs.
Maybe they thought she never knew.
Maybe Nick and Angela would like to go with her to visit the old place in the mountains after she graduated.
If she could talk to her family, maybe she could clear all this up.
The antidepressants didn't help that much, but maybe they were responsible for the fact that she had not lost control yet.
Maybe a vacation would be good right now, but don't go back there.
Maybe that was a good sign.
Maybe a little time to yourself is a good idea.
Maybe Howard had been involved in an investigation.
Maybe he knew something and that was why he picked up Connie that night.
Maybe when she got back she could replace her old one.
Maybe that would change, but it would take a while.
Maybe the mother and sister didn't exist.
Maybe... but something about him rang true – mostly the part that he had saved her life.
Maybe he only maintained the house for someone else.
"Maybe I was supposed to be with them," she thought, not realizing she spoke aloud.
"You said maybe you were supposed to be with them," he reminded her.
Maybe it was hunger or the pleasant company.
Maybe if I'd been with them...
Maybe Sarah or Giddon would take her to the little country store where the dirt road joined the highway.
Maybe he regretted extending the offer of help.
Maybe he thought the stick would be useless.
Maybe it would, but it was something.
Maybe it wouldn't work.
Maybe he was angry.
Maybe he wouldn't bite, but he'd certainly take advantage of her.
Maybe what I needed was someone to kick me to my feet.
Maybe there was a way out of this yet.
Maybe Connie wouldn't be at home.
She'd have to wait, and maybe by that time sanity would have returned.
It was something else... maybe the mystery?
Maybe it was as Giddon had feared.
Maybe Sarah suspected that Giddon felt sorry for her.
Maybe it was the intrigue, or maybe it was that gut feeling that something wasn't as it appeared.
Maybe that pathway merely led to a barn.
And maybe he wasn't trying to keep her from seeing the barn.
Maybe he was merely overprotective.
There was only one way to find out... well, maybe two, but asking Sarah or Giddon was probably wasted effort.
Come to think of it, maybe that thought troubled him as well.
Maybe that was why he was so upset.
Well... Yancey, maybe you're the one I should be careful about.
Maybe it angered him because she hadn't found him irresistible.
If Len has time, maybe he could help me.
Maybe he was here to see Giddon, and was distracted - or even worried that she would detect his source.
Maybe she was letting her imagination get the better of her.
Maybe they found cocaine on her and she needed twenty-five thousand to get out of jail.
Maybe Sarah was making up a story to cover up for Yancey.
Maybe a little noise would frighten the animal away.
Maybe he had swallowed her story.
Maybe he was merely angry because she had gone wandering in the woods after he had warned her against it.
Maybe he figured she had learned her lesson.
Well, maybe we both did a little.
Maybe he's in some witness protection program.
"Maybe once," she replied flippantly in a wasted attempt to hide embarrassment.
Maybe he was going to show her he could be a nice guy too.
Maybe she should have told Len about the exchange.
Maybe Connie had responded.
Maybe the letter had been intercepted.
Maybe Yancey would be more careful in the future about using the threat of bears as a method of keeping Lisa away from that building.
Maybe that was a lead Howard could use.
Maybe if you took some pictures from the house and put them in your room.
Maybe it would help her remember who she was.
Maybe she shouldn't go back to the Giddon home.
Maybe she could act like she didn't notice it was him.
Maybe it would hurt Sarah's feelings less if she simply told the truth.
Maybe if he saw that she didn't go near the building, he would relax his guard.
Peeking through the trees were some gray rocks – maybe a bluff.
Or maybe she had a suspicious mind.
Maybe he didn't like to walk, but he was certainly good at it – and capable of stealth.
Maybe so, but there have been many people attacked by bears - mostly black bears.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe that was the attraction she felt for people like Yancey and Allen.
Maybe it was because Allen was younger, or because Yancey had a child.
Maybe there was nothing going on, but gut instinct said there was a story here – something big.
Break every stick of furniture in the house, maybe, but not hit her.
Maybe you should come home.
Well, maybe you should be - a little, anyway.
Maybe she should be, at that.
Maybe he had more information he didn't want to give over the phone with Yancey listening.
She simply wasn't looking at it – or maybe for it.
Maybe he didn't want a permanent relationship.
No matter what happened, he would always be more than a fond memory - maybe a first love.
Maybe that was what the dream was about – shifting from one family to the next.
Maybe next time Sarah went shopping... and Yancey wasn't at home.
Maybe he didn't know what to do, or that she needed help.
I don't know – maybe thirty minutes ago.
Maybe he didn't realize how bad it was.
Maybe he was glad Allen had been exposed and he had not.
So did I. Maybe you feel like we both betrayed your trust.
And maybe Yancey wasn't either.
Maybe she should pack her things tomorrow, and leave.
Those eyes would be mocking her, or maybe filled with fear.
Maybe he was shipping drugs inside sculptures.
Yes. Maybe she was in the house.
Maybe she had misjudged his intent.
Maybe he had no idea she had been there.
Maybe I'm blowing this all out of proportion.
Maybe he was happy to get rid of her.
Maybe one of those brown sacks in the laundry room would work, and she could put the pictures in with it.
Maybe he was making something up for their benefit.
Maybe I would have if you hadn't retracted it as soon as you said it.
Maybe it would be wise to separate the two at times.
Maybe that's part of her charm.
Maybe a bowl of cereal would help.
Maybe his mood had more to do with feeling unappreciated.
Maybe she should accept a few dates now and then.
Maybe he didn't like competition.
In the mean time, maybe if she stopped running, he'd stop chasing.
Maybe accepting a date would be the perfect way to end this one-sided relationship.
Maybe later - a few years from now.
Maybe so, but what does she eat?
Maybe they had time to get over the shock.
Maybe his problem was a girlfriend.
Maybe then he would notice Roxanne.
Maybe she wasn't hearing him right.
Then again, maybe you didn't miss anything at all.
Now that the truth was out, maybe it wouldn't be so difficult to live in the same apartment now.
Maybe his mood would improve, anyway.
I thought maybe you could look at him.
We thought maybe you could convince him to go, or at least look at him.
If he thinks there's no help coming to him, maybe he'll to the doctor.
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.
Maybe you should let me drive.
It should be done now, but... maybe an hour?
Maybe for the moment, maybe forever.
"Maybe you're right," Adrienne conceded without conviction.
Maybe it wasn't necessary to say anything.
I thought maybe we could get married and live here.
Maybe sometime she'll feel comfortable with having a hired hand around - or maybe she'll get married again.
Maybe that was why they were so happy.
Maybe that's what it means, maybe not.
Or maybe driving the family wagon in for supplies or . . .
That wasn't the point she was trying to make, but maybe a man would never understand what she was talking about.
Maybe Pete didn't like your cooking.
Maybe he wasn't a saddle bum, but only a greenhorn would think he could live off the barren land that surrounded them.
If women weren't attracted to them, maybe men could control themselves.
Maybe Bordeaux had already talked to him.
I thought maybe you were sick this morning when I saw Bordeaux harnessing your mules.
Maybe he was angry, or maybe he was busy scouting.
Maybe it was Bordeaux.
Maybe it was time to go home.
Maybe not if we look like we're prepared.
Anyway, maybe he decided not to come back.
Maybe you'd like to stick around here for a while to see if they show up.
Then again, maybe it was Pete.
Maybe it was nobody at all.
She must have let her shoulders droop, or maybe it was her trembling body.
Maybe she could get a little rest while they waited.
Desire still a hot ember inside of her, she was tempted to set the record straight, but maybe it was best he didn't know how close she had come to giving in.
Maybe Pete and the guys had reached Ashley by now and a rescue mission was already under way to get them.
Maybe he was hoping she would say no.
Maybe Darcie was god-sent.
Maybe Bordeaux would stay with this woman.
Maybe she could convince her father to repay the money she had put into the ranch – if he hadn't already spent it.
Maybe the presence of the other two women was why Darcie was so quiet.
Maybe that will ease your conscious.
I'm still not sure why they did - maybe because they had recently lost a lot of their own people.
I thought maybe you were giving me the chance to say no - giving me a chance to save my pride.
Maybe love was like that.
Maybe it was the fact that he never smiled, or the loneliness in those green eyes.
Bingo. Maybe you won't want to.
Maybe he'd rather listen than talk.
On the other hand, maybe it's a good way to avoid trouble.
Somewhere I can have a garden and maybe a horse.
Maybe you could hire on as a nanny at Old Man Taylor's ranch.
Maybe that's not too good an idea after all.
From now on it would be crawl out of bed and cook, clean and then maybe rest a little.
Maybe her favorite would work.
Maybe hearing Mary say it so often had burned it into his brain.
If it doesn't look too complicated, maybe I can fix it.
Well, maybe it does for some people, but not a hard hearted old witch like me.
Maybe so, but not right now.
Or maybe an expression of relief that she wasn't injured?
Maybe that incident inspired her dream that night.
Maybe he simply wasn't capable of having a relationship deeper than surface friendship.
Maybe so, but I've seen the way you look at him when you forget yourself.
Wild imagination, listening to too many stories, or maybe because I have the ranch.
Maybe I can get back before dark.
Maybe he was one of those men who felt they needed to protect and care for all women.
Maybe he would like a few evenings to himself and she was always underfoot.
Unless - Maybe he was upset at being caught picnicking with his housekeeper.
Maybe they were having a fight.
Maybe the stories were true.
Maybe she and Mary were merely his friends.
Maybe that was why Mary seemed so concerned that she would become romantically involved with Cade.
After all, if she hadn't turned her head when he kissed her on the cheek, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the same way.
Maybe he was afraid she would insist he make an honest woman of her.
Maybe she was reacting emotionally.
Maybe she could do something about that and help Cade make some money at the same time.
Maybe a housekeeper wasn't what he had planned on hiring in the first place.
Maybe it would be a good idea for you to stay out there a while and find the answers.
Maybe he knew he was about to lose a good housekeeper.
Maybe he realized their relationship was immoral.
I mean, you did visit her the night before, and I thought maybe you two were...
I thought maybe that was what you were trying to tell me that day at the hay field.
Maybe I did, subconsciously.
Maybe he would always be that way.
Maybe that was what she found so intriguing about him.
He does something weird with computers, electricity and maybe death rays.
He was like a boarder, or maybe the visiting brother-in-law you want to kick out but don't know how.
Insurance money and maybe the drunk had some money.
Maybe I should go down and apologize.
Maybe he thinks I was in pain; that you were hurting me!
Maybe the dream is a good thing, a peek at the past?
Maybe I'll discuss it in the morning.
You even touched it, maybe saw little green men.
"Maybe he went for an early morning walk," Betsy offered.
He was; maybe a little upset.
Maybe I'd admit what happened to friends I knew I could trust.
I found myself in a farm house living room where a woman who looked maybe in her thirties was ironing shirts.
"Maybe it was someplace you visited," I offered.
Maybe one of them is like those mushrooms you hear about that book you on a psychedelic vacation.
Maybe it's just the room itself.
Maybe it was the near-inaudible buzz or the rain on the roof, or my imagination, by I actually napped, for about twenty minutes.
"Maybe I should have downed a little booze to relax me," he said as he turned away toward the wall.
Maybe it's the room.
"Maybe I'll just sleep there anyway and see if it happens," Howie said.
It's only a four hour trip, maybe.
I'll tell you what's going on; he read about this place in a book, maybe a long time ago, and now he's dreaming about it.
There are tests I could conduct that would give us direction and maybe some answers but he refuses to even discuss them.
Maybe now that our newlyweds are in town he'll be more reasonable.
Maybe I should try it; like in memory of Annie.
Maybe blubbering will make you sound more credible.
Maybe I can remedy some of them of the ills.
"Maybe a break is best all around," I said.
Maybe we can help.
Maybe I can put you in the right direction.
"Maybe Howie should pay him a visit," Quinn suggested.
Maybe there's a place with a college so Howie can continue his studies.
I'll miss my class in Boston but maybe I won't get lost someplace smaller.
Maybe we're acting precipitously; as foolish as a kindergartener doing tumble saults.
"Maybe we should pay him a visit," Howie mumbled, still riled.
Maybe now Youngblood would stay out of the news and Howie would back off insisting we take action to stop him.
Maybe he has a girlfriend.
Maybe even welcome it, provided there was absolute confidentiality.
"Maybe now we'll get the action we deserve!" she exclaimed.
Maybe you should take up a hobby!
Maybe. But Youngblood was missing quite a few days.
Maybe the Buick he was driving as well.
"Maybe we'll get lucky," Brennan said, but none of us believed it.
"He'd just shave his mustache off, maybe dye his hair and lose weight," Betsy grumbled.
"Maybe this new information is enough to stop him from his killing spree," Betsy said.
Maybe there's some way to have both; retain our privacy and have an escape identity in case the need ever arises.
She added, "Maybe I'll win that million bucks and go back to school full time."
Maybe I'll bump into the Psychic Tipster and cash in.
Maybe he's waiting to see if we buy her story or the tip that mentioned his facial hair.
The doctors think he somehow traumatized her... maybe with threats against her of her family.
Maybe I should call him myself, just to make sure.
Maybe I shouldn't have said that!
Once in a while, I'm off duty and a call comes to someone else but I think the tipster person maybe knows my hours, 'cause it's rare another girl has to answer.
Look, I think I've said too much, maybe.
I thought maybe they had to think about it before they called, but then they practically beg me to pass on the information immediately.
Curious and maybe a little frightened.
"Maybe she was smart enough to give him false information," I said, not really believing it.
It looks like he killed the parents in broad daylight, in the front yard, maybe in front of the child.
I prayed she'd take my warning seriously and maybe give us some helpful press in the bargin.
If he bails out maybe Betsy will lend me you for a fill-in.
"May I babysit for Clair sometime after I move up to Keene?" she asked, then turned to Betsy and added, "And maybe take Bumpus for walks?"
Maybe not on your own for a few years but you'd be welcomed to help with her while I do my house work.
"Maybe I can trace his electric bike," Betsy said.
Quinn, who'd been silent during our exchange, spoke up, "Maybe Daniel Brennan can pull in some favors."
Maybe After would be interested in chasing down a well-placed tip.
Could Quinn come along, with his stuff, maybe?
What else do you know about this guy, and maybe others we're trying to chase down?
Maybe the woman is more forgiving now that so much time has passed.
Maybe I was picking up Quinn's problem.
Maybe I should fly out and talk to Howie in person.
So they re-introduced it as chick-wheels so the honeys along the beach could scoop out the surfers and maybe get laid.
Maybe a couple of hundred sold so far, all in California.
The murder happened days, maybe weeks ago.
Maybe everyone else is hyper to drop everything and hop a plane but I'm not going anywhere!
Maybe I'll just do that!
It looks like he's moving east and maybe will drop down in the states in New York or New England.
Maybe you've had enough...
Was he maybe doing time?
Maybe I'll get a room in a high rise hotel, away from street noise.
I could make up some story; maybe I'm writing a magazine piece.
Maybe forties; I don't know.
"There are hundreds, maybe thousands of entries," I offered in a weak effort to give her hope.
She told our neighbor Mildred she'd done something she regretted 'cause now she really liked this guy and thought maybe she'd messed things up between them.
Do I think he'll find us from Julie's letter, one of maybe thousands; it's unlikely.
"Maybe twenty minutes," she said.
Maybe if you let her know the Vermont abduction was a non-event it will help decide.
Maybe later if need be.
Maybe do to us what they did to those victims.
Maybe the man owns a dog himself and Bumpus smelled the scent on him.
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!
"Maybe I could do that," he said, hesitation in his voice.
Maybe the refrigerator is on a separate circuit breaker!
"It makes sense but maybe he got the wrong house," I offered.
I heard Quinn say yesterday that flight to Santa Barbara was full so maybe he drove all the way into Los Angeles to pick them up.
I thought when all this was behind us, we could reminisce about it and maybe revel in all the good we managed to accomplish.
Maybe he left the machine things...
Either way why don't you take a drive down here to headquarters in the next hour or maybe I should send a car up there for you.
Maybe I can get a friend or two to put a bug in his ear to back off.
This guy killed maybe a dozen mostly children and at least one cop.
He said if Quinn could do his thing, someone else maybe could too.
If he did it... killed my sister, maybe he'll tell you what I did.
I'm sorry your guy missed him but maybe it was his lucky day.
Maybe he's grown up and changed; God knows I have but back in the day, he was a little piss head, always getting in fights, picking on little kids.
Then I read about this other murder, maybe after I was in a year or so.
Maybe he hasn't been as careful with it as everything else.
Maybe that tidbit will take his mind off this obsession with his past.
Ben, could you start up Quinn's machines and see if maybe you could get them to work?
You're a smart guy and between us, maybe we could fix it so I could go back.
They'd like to search the LeBlanc's place on the off chance our boy broke in there too and maybe got careless.
I'm responsible for Martha and Quinn and now maybe Betsy and Molly as well.
Maybe Daddy was right.
Maybe she was too small.
Maybe it's just a spy's paranoia.
Maybe, if she made it out of here, she'd go to lunch Sunday and do whatever felt right, like spend her life with him.
And yes, maybe I did set today up.
So maybe she wouldn't get over what she'd seen as fast as she should.
I'm so sorry, but with my gift, I felt you had some sort of pain, maybe you lost someone once, long ago?
Toni was asleep at the computer. … Maybe you lost someone once.
Maybe it's just because Dusty and Sofi can't cook.
"I'm sorry, Darian, maybe I shouldn't have done that," she said, resting her hand on his arm.
Maybe she'd hoped his parting words in the morning were serious.
Maybe every man out there was like Aaron, unable to commit to one woman.
Maybe it was his looming death, or maybe it was the energy from her cool touch that calmed him from the inside out, but he wondered what life would've been like had his family survived.
Maybe it was better he was so prickly.
Maybe that was why she couldn't stop making cookies.
Maybe … if you want to send in someone to help, then they can help me kill the bugs and rats?
"Maybe tomorrow … would you … you know," Darian said.
And maybe you can bring Sunny back, too.
Maybe because you dumped her and Darian off on me and disappeared?
Maybe her fear of her father was wrong.
"Now maybe you'll pay attention," he said and threw the shaft of the arrow.
Maybe it was his delirium, but Jule thought the vamp looked larger than even Damian.
If I go now, he won't be as angry with me, and maybe I can come back tomorrow.
Maybe even one soul.
Maybe she can explain to him why you stripped her of weapons.
Maybe she can come to the Quarterly.
Maybe when she came in.
He thought he remembered seeing her naked before, maybe when she arrived last night.
Maybe it was the mercury in the tuna she ate or the excessive amounts of chocolate.
Maybe. We have to get through this first.
Maybe that's all she was.
Maybe I do, he said into her mind.
Maybe he had a harem of women at his beck and call, but she couldn't see herself with any other man.
It's old, maybe as old as him.
Maybe Darian hadn't been talking about infidelity but about something else.
Or maybe he just wanted her out of the house so he could kill the traitors.
Maybe the cheerful woman was right—maybe there was more to Damian than she gave him credit for.
"Maybe in two years …" Sofia saw her pain and couldn't help but empathize.
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