Carmen brushed them away and returned to her prayer.
She returned his kiss passionately, and when he pulled his head back, she gazed up at him.
They would have some time to enjoy a late Christmas at home when they returned.
When her attention returned to the others, she caught Señor Medena and Felipa watching them.
Still, by the time they returned, Alex looked exhausted.
Placing her hands over his, she eagerly returned his kiss.
Felipa left them to their family outing and returned to the house.
Everyone liked the idea, so they returned to their rooms and cleaned up.
When his warm lips met hers, she returned his kiss passionately.
She slept so soundly that she didn't wake when Alex returned.
Nina returned with a dress made of dark purple velvet and satin.
When Carmen's gaze returned to Dulce, the woman had a smug smile on her lips.
Confidence returned with a warm rush.
She returned to her place at the table.
Alex was pacing the room when she returned.
The remaining vacation slipped by quickly and life returned to normal.
If that Alex returned to his roots, there was no reason she couldn't be at his side.
Carmen had always looked forward to evening when Alex returned from work, but she was doubly relieved for the evening hours now.
Destiny probably wouldn't wake before they returned, and even if she did, Señor Medena would keep her occupied.
When she and Felipa returned to the room, the doctor was there.
Señor Medena and Felipa returned to Texas and life returned to normal.
Most things had returned to normal, but the trip to Texas had given Jonathan an idea.
The smile returned to his lips.
When Alex returned to the table, he sat in the chair Carmen held for him.
When she returned, he was absorbed in the paper.
When she returned, he was putting a CD into the player.
Alex was on the window seat when she returned, gazing out at the night.
She returned to her chair and sat down, gazing up at him.
She returned his stare.
Lathum returned his attention to the tablet and snorted.
Connie returned with a cool damp rag which she placed on Lisa's face and then the back of her neck.
Feeling returned with a vengeance and her head pounded mercilessly.
When he continued to assess her, she boldly returned his appraisal.
"I wonder how I can get my car back on the road," she mused, and felt relieved when his attention returned to the car.
Giddon returned, his expression guarded.
Warmth returned to her cheeks.
When her gaze returned to Lisa, her features softened into a warm smile.
Sarah gave Giddon a stern look and then returned her attention to Lisa.
Her gaze returned to his face sharply.
She'd have to wait, and maybe by that time sanity would have returned.
Giddon returned to his place on the couch, his eyes twinkling with humor and the slightest suggestion of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Lisa returned the hug.
Tammy and Sarah were in the kitchen when she returned, and Tammy was standing in a chair ripping the cover off some chocolate chip cookies.
Tammy hurled herself across the room into his arms and started lavishing him with kisses and hugs that he returned with equal enthusiasm.
The questions plagued her until one evening when the black car returned.
Lisa returned her attention to the picture, her pulse quickening.
He signed the paper with a flourish and returned the pen to its elaborate bronze holder.
He nodded and returned his attention to the steep hill.
Both of them were surprised to see the blue truck parked in the yard when they returned.
More importantly, what would he say when she returned?
She returned his kiss.
Yancey finally returned his attention to Lisa.
His attention returned to Lisa.
By the time he returned, she was waiting at her car.
Lisa opened her door and motioned to Yancey, who immediately returned to the car.
She returned his scowl with a little rancor.
The blood returned to Adrienne's face with a vengeance.
Come to think of it, he hadn't been out at all since they returned from his parent's house.
When Julie & Rachel returned, she told them that Brandon would be out at the ranch for a while.
She returned his hug with less enthusiasm.
He simply went into town one day and never returned.
By the time Bordeaux returned with the cut up snakes, she had lard sizzling in a large skillet.
She returned to the fire and found the men filling their bowls.
She slipped one arm around his neck and returned the kiss, answering his question.
He stood and returned the poker to its holder.
If he returned her affection, would she grow tired of him?
Over the next couple of weeks, Cynthia made a few visits to town, once taking in a movie before she returned.
He returned to the kitchen after a few minutes in dry clothes, his hair freshly combed.
When he returned to the kitchen, she was still staring absently into the refrigerator.
She was setting the last bowl on the table when he returned.
She whispered softly as she slipped her arms around his neck and returned his passionate kiss.
Things returned to normal - almost.
Tonight she would have to call her - after she and Cade returned from their ride.
Color returned to his cheeks.
Betsy was awake when I returned.
Martha was already on the stairs when I returned to the room.
We shook ourselves dry on the porch and returned to the warmth of the cabin.
All such concerns flew away likes ducks going south when he returned to the room.
He adjusted his glasses and returned to his fishing journal.
"It's too bad it didn't keep going," Betsy said as Martha returned.
I found his lodging, returned to our room and caught up with Betsy as I was opening the door.
Now at least Betsy and I had time together before I returned to New York Sunday afternoon.
We were all fidgety and talked out by the time we returned to Peabody.
Quinn returned with a tray, glasses, beer and a bottle of wine, looking somewhat apologetic.
It was a hang-up but when she returned moments later, she heard a car leaving the alley behind her house.
Betsy raced up to the bedroom and returned with her lap top computer.
She returned and turned to me.
He had already returned by the time Martha called a national tip line.
Betsy was awake when I returned home and wanted to know what delayed me.
She was still in tears when she returned.
Then I lost a grandson and thanks to a miracle, he was returned to me, unharmed.
To ask Brennan directly might lead to us so I made up a story we were checking old cases to see if someone released from prison might have returned to this type of crime.
Quinn returned to the hospital but Betsy and I remained at Howie's side in the pitch dark room.
Howie returned after the allotted hour tour.
The rest of us waited in nervous anticipation for her Friday arrival, not knowing if we'd even see her when she returned.
When the troops finally returned, a pall of disappointment hung over them like a shroud.
When I returned the four were waiting.
My careful cross-referencing noted the same name listed as a wealthy grandfather of a kidnapped child who was returned after a strange tip was received.
It was summer, a wonderful time of year in New Hampshire and on Friday, three weeks after her first visit, Julie returned to Keene.
It was after midnight by the time I returned home.
I was stewing over my third cup of coffee when my wife returned, with Julie and Molly in tow.
Betsy returned, holding Molly's hand, sans Julie who was back at Howie's house packing her suitcase.
After homemade chicken soup and a grilled cheese sandwiches we returned to the office.
When I returned Molly was off to bed.
She returned in an instant, glass in hand.
When I returned to my office, Betsy met me, a frown on her face.
Martha returned with a pile of diapers in hand.
When I dialed, it went to voice mail, but he returned my call in a matter of minutes.
While Molly looked troubled when she returned, Bumpus was just the opposite, hopping around like he'd just retrieved a ball and would win a reward.
I found some and returned to the bedroom closet.
He hasn't returned my call.
I'm sure that's why he returned east.
She was a sweet girl and I'd truly miss her when she returned to her mother, and presumably her stepfather.
I'd planned to wait until Betsy and Molly returned from walking Bumpus but I decided if I had to drive back into downtown Keene, I might as well swing by Wheelock Park Campground as it was on the way, at least sort-of.
When he returned he remained standing.
After somewhat blackened hot dogs and some canned beans simmered nearby, we returned to the house and left the backyard to the emerging mosquitos.
Molly looked close to tears when she returned and handed me the instrument.
Betsy returned to the room and I held my hand over the phone and turned to her.
After the service and obligatory greetings, hand shakings and pats-on-the-back, Willard and I returned to his office.
I'd feel much better if he returned with us but if he insists on staying, it's his choice.
He failed to acknowledge my departure as I returned to our room.
I returned his call.
He turned and returned to the hospital, as if glad to be rid of me.
After he returned my phone, he wrote down all our names and pertinent information.
I told her when I returned from my preparations in the cabin I'd better find my little angle quiet or she could watch her mother die before her eyes.
A patrol car returned him to duty.
He returned to motel in mid-evening, in a car lent to him by the accommodating authorities.
After an hour-long attempt to expel his wired energy, he returned to his room to the sound of his cell phone ringing.
"Shall I make a list?" he returned.
Her gaze returned to the door and lingered.
He returned from the kitchen with tray holding a glass of orange juice, a plate with what looked like homemade granola bars, and a small bowl of sliced apples.
He set it down on the coffee table and returned to the computer.
They stepped into the hallway, and Dusty's gaze returned to Jonny.
She wiped her face and returned to her side.
"Iggy's running it to the lab," Toni said as he returned.
She put a heaping plate in the oven and returned to the living room with cookies and milk for Darian.
He returned after a few minutes and sat across from her.
Jenn returned after a few minutes, her gaze softening.
Conflicted, she returned to the kitchen to find Jonny seated on a stool near a counter.
"Not now, Jenn," he replied and returned to his target.
"I know what you meant," he said and returned to hacking at the dummy.
He ate alone in the condo's kitchen, not surprised to see Bianca asleep when he finally returned to bed.
It wasn't quite morning when he returned her to the extra bed in Jonny's room.
He returned to the house to await Darian, not surprised to see Bianca's black and white cat darting down the stairs.
"Man or not, I still worry about you," she returned.
Dusty's eyes returned to the image of the country club.
The sense of peace and calm at his core returned as her energy flowed through him.
He returned the case and grabbed her again.
The sense of ill-boding returned.
Both their gazes returned to the two figures talking quietly in front of their father's grave.
If you succeed, you—and everyone else—will have their powers returned.
Sean returned to the bar.
The Other returned the hug briefly.
The conversation between her father and the man who should've killed her rattled around in her thoughts as she returned to the door.
"An Irish winter will," she returned.
She returned with it to the wine cellar and pushed the door open.
When she returned fully dressed and armed to the teeth, he held out his hand.
Yully returned to the car.
He'd managed to push himself into a sitting position when she returned with soup and water.
His dream, the one about the Original Vamp, hadn't returned.
She rolled her eyes at him and returned to the cauldron of soup on the stove.
He'd gone away for a few months and returned to an entirely new world.
She released the energies, and they returned to their sources.
Instead, the sense of a shared soul and magic returned.
An hour later, he returned to Yully's room empty-handed.
"I mourn the loss of what made him human," she returned.
Her eyes returned to Jonny, who was lapping up what was left of the dead woman's blood.
"Stay safe," she said and returned to the compound.
Jenn returned to her room and flipped on the lights.
She returned and searched for her father.
Her father returned around noon, his agitation apparent the moment he stepped in the door.
Her father returned with a bag slung over his shoulder.
"I'll have them returned," Jonny said.
Jenn lowered her hands and strode to the small collection of her things: a towel for the gym, a bottle of water, and a backpack filled with the weapons Jonny had given her when they returned a couple hours ago from Ireland.
Jule led her away, and Bianca returned to the railing.
He returned a few minutes later and rustled her blanket, setting a cup beside her.
Damian returned his interest to the displays, and Han closed the door softly.
When he returned, he pulled a chair from the wall nearer her and dipped one cloth in water, tugging her arm away from her.
"This is for you," she said and returned to his master.
He remained in the same spot until she returned.
Damian glanced at the new text message from Han before his gaze returned to the small base camp tucked between two ridges in the Tucson Mountains.
A few minutes later, Jake returned with a jug of water, appearing less than excited.
Five minutes later, it returned, scorching her throat on the way out.
She returned to her room to clean herself up, cursing peanut butter for ruining her appetite as she went.
A flash of darkness went through his gaze, and the same sense of hidden fury returned.
She tried to sift through her emotions before she returned to his door.
The Watcher returned his gaze to his phone, reading a text.
Damian hadn't returned the night before after their last interaction.
She returned her gaze to the Pop-Tarts.
Her thoughts returned to the dead man alone in the dark room.
Nearly doubled over in pain, Sofia returned to her room.
She shuddered as the distant sensation of burning returned.
Her thoughts darkened and returned to Cody and Jake.
Dustin returned for her.
She shook her head and returned to the library.
Linda returned with two hotdogs and handed one to each of them.
Han's words returned, and she forced herself to relax.
She left them alone and returned to the group, deep in thought.
Their gazes lingered before they returned to their conversations.
He wondered why he was in the hallway at all and returned to his room.
His gaze returned to Sofia, and she crossed her arms under his scrutiny.
It was dark before they returned to the mansion.
Two returned to his corner.
His heavy words broke her heart, but she respected his request and returned to Damian's side.
His considering gaze returned to Darian.
His attention returned to Deidre.
She stopped in place as Fate's words returned her.
Her gaze returned to him.
Her mind returned now that her need was gone, and she opened her eyes.
"I was destined for this," she returned.
Deidre returned her attention to the girl.
Deidre left, troubled, as she returned to her room.
They returned to the seating area.
Deidre groaned as the hunger returned.
One of his hands brushed her hip then returned.
Fate's words returned to her.
Darkyn said nothing about leaving Hell after they returned from her apartment.
Her thoughts returned to the sight of the girl in the bed.
Darkyn's first few lessons returned to her.
The sixty days came and went but Janet never returned, leaving jail, a few more bad checks, and Colorado for parts unknown.
The Deans were devastated and knew when Fred O'Connor returned and learned the news, he too would be crushed that his young pal was leaving.
It was half an hour later when she returned, holding Martha's hand as they entered the room.
The Deans were on their way to their quarters in the rear of Bird Song when Fred O'Connor returned, fresh from an evening with Mrs. Worthington.
"I think that's sweet," Cynthia offered as she returned from the kitchen, with Maria trailing behind her.
The smile was not returned.
It was four o'clock and he'd just returned from Montrose to find Cynthia still damp from her shower.
Cynthia was still in the room when he returned, towel wrapped and shaking his wet head.
Fred O'Connor returned, a bag of treasures in his hand, just as the slide show broke up.
When he returned to the parlor, Cynthia had emerged from her quarters in time to catch a mini-rerun of Brandon Westlake's slide show—enough to be enthralled.
Pumpkin Green returned while Dean was killing the few minutes before he left.
As he was about to leave, Brandon Westlake returned with Cynthia and, being sympathetic to his labors, volunteered to ferry the returning swimmers back to Bird Song.
Dean, sensing she wished to be alone, returned to the living room.
The guests, apparently taking advantage of the improving weather, had not returned.
Just then Fred returned, a mile-wide smirk on his face, a ream of papers clutched in his hand.
Fred returned to the courthouse, museum, and library for further research.
When their breath returned to a more normal cadence and they were no longer perspiring, they rose to leave.
"Just poking around," Cynthia answered, trying a smile that wasn't returned.
Dean had blanked his campaign for sheriff from his mind, but now it returned with a headache fury.
He turned his back to Dawkins and returned to his cooking duties.
Paul sipped his drink and looked around as Dean returned to the chaise.
Both smile and nod were returned.
"What's in the trunks?" he asked when he returned between loads.
Cynthia returned, a warm smile on her face as she stood in the doorway.
"Now there's a way to lose a few pounds," Cynthia said, motioning outside toward the entrants as Dean returned to their table with a plate of seconds.
By the time the Deans returned, most of Bird Song's guests had scattered off to the continuing Fourth of July happenings.
Bird Song was empty when the Deans returned after retrieving the Jeep and making their way to the inn by back streets.
Bird Song was empty, or so they thought, when they returned.
But he just murmured an agreement as they returned to their room.
Fred O'Connor was in the living room, hosting three of the four Dawkins, with Ginger missing, when the Deans returned to their bed and breakfast.
His eye caught something off to the side, but it was quickly gone as the darkness returned.
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