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But if you could trust him this way and there was no electricity, would it still be love?
He was so tall there was a vast difference in their height.
And then there was the matter of Tessa.
If Alex liked being in control, and she liked him being in control, then there was no problem.
Maybe there was no difference.Advertisement
Her heart said no, but then there was logic.
I told you there was nothing going on between us.
At that moment there was a choice to make.
We didn't have Jonathan when he was an infant, and there was so much sadness at the time Destiny was born.
Of course, there was always the possibility that she had come up with the idea of distracting Spenser, but he found that hard to believe.Advertisement
She should be looking for a replacement vehicle, but having another car in the garage would only be a reminder that there was no one left to drive it.
The storm was so bad and there was no warning light.
In the end, there was no choice.
Maybe there was a way out of this yet.
Yet, there was something about him that attracted her like a June bug to a light bulb.Advertisement
Lisa watched the two of them, sensing that there was something neither of them wanted to mention.
What he did there was a mystery.
Outside of snakes and insects, there was nothing dangerous about the forest.
The logical thing to do was leave, but she had a good job and she wasn't sure there was anything untoward going on.
But then, there was the package, and the money he wanted back.Advertisement
On the other hand, if Sarah was telling the truth, there was another side to Giddon - a loyal brother.
Brush crackled and then there was silence.
Yet, one backward glance at the hard lines of the face over hers reminded her that there was more than the gentle side to him.
The next morning her foot felt better and there was no swelling.
If Howard had not been able to find anything on Yancey, it was probably because there was nothing to tell.Advertisement
But then, there was the exchange at the building.
As much evidence as there was to the contrary, she couldn't believe Yancey was involved in drugs.
Maybe there was nothing going on, but gut instinct said there was a story here – something big.
At first she had thought he tried, but there was no missed call – no message.
Not that there was much likelihood.
When Sarah learned of her plan to go to the house and pick up some things, she insisted there was no reason to stay.
She had to get into that building and find out if there was any chance of a relationship with Yancey.
She had been a fool to think there was anything between them.
She used the same suit cases when she came and she had the same clothes, but it didn't look like there was enough room to put it all in.
Some day Michael would grow up and realize there was something more in life than conquest.
He held her without speaking, probably sensing there was little he could say to make her feel better.
With no shade, there was little chance for rest.
That was all there was to it.
Still, there was one question she couldn't ask the townspeople.
She couldn't believe that there was any thought of romance going on in Cade's mind.
Actually there was nothing sensitive about Russell Cade.
Yet there was something about the way he moved, so full of grace and power.
His voice still had a bitter edge, but there was a touch of musing in it now.
If there was anything going on in this house, it's not like your rooming upstairs would make it look any different.
But if Mary and Cade met, there was no indication.
This time there was no hesitation, no rush.
She searched his face suspiciously but there was no leer in his expression.
Cade was a worker; there was no doubt about that.
The ugly feeling was beginning to leave, but there was still that other thing.
Now was the time to clear the air, and there was one thing about all this that didn't make sense.
In the old days there was a hand pump in the kitchen and no hot water you didn't boil yourself.
His mother says there was a lot of experimental stuff done on him while he was out of it.
Their clothing was old fashioned and there was a kerosene lamp on a table.
There was murmured sound downstairs and Betsy asked from outside the door if there was a problem.
Two horses were tied up and there was a wagon and mule at the end of the street.
I tried to remember names on buildings but just being there was so awesome it was difficult to concentrate.
In my time too; the war brought some money in and coal was getting dug so's there was jobs.
I understand there was a store named McGuire's Clothing.
We asked if there was anyone around who might still be living who would remember that far back.
I could hear a glass clink and there was a pause.
The forest was similar but there was a trail I followed for a time.
It was a beautiful morning and there was plenty of time to kill as Howie wasn't schedule to return to the house until late afternoon.
A Cleveland mother had reported an infant child was taken from his crib while napping yet when Howie was able to enter the location before and during the alleged time, there was no sign of the child.
Additionally, there was a delightful backyard and three acres of land.
Brennan asked when there was a break in our conversation.
I heard there was a reward posted by a bank.
Howie and Quinn remained the oil and water of our association although there was no mention of Martha's teenage indiscretion that had caused so much early turmoil.
Maybe even welcome it, provided there was absolute confidentiality.
Somewhere there was a very shocked psychiatrist, with a million dollar client.
I asked Daniel Brennan if there was any progress in the Bryce case.
Before there was any mention of a Psychic Tipster.
He knew I had a wife and there was at least one other female and we numbered five.
When I made a move to end the conversation, Brennan indicated there was more.
Three. He killed the mother and father so there was no one to report their daughter missing, for nearly a week.
Back and forth smiles were exchanged and there was an instance of a quiet remark, followed by knowing smiles.
To take on this bastion takes balls, to use a crude term, unless there was a highly valuable prize as a reward.
It appeared there was an excellent opportunity to view the entire incident.
I volunteered to mind the store, so to speak, at least for appearance's sake though there was little to do.
Betsy sensed that there was friction between them.
If I couldn't be honest with her, there was no one I could trust.
So when Betsy arrived ten minutes later, there was room for sleeping without utilizing the living room sofa.
While she sounded relieved, there was a chill in the air like opening the door, expecting warm sunshine and forgetting it's December.
I moved quickly to it and thankfully, there was a dial tone!
Beside the nurse who was busy collecting equipment, there was a man in a suit standing by the door.
He wanted to know if there was anyone else in the house.
As the camper was on the wooded side of the circle, there was no simple access to the rear.
The weather had turned sultry but there was a cool breeze out on the patio by the barbecue.
I accepted gratefully and asked him if there was any news on the camper.
Definitely. There was a big stink about it.
The woman in there was with my wife and a young child!
I turned on the equipment, though without Howie hooked up to it, there was no absolutely no point in doing so.
What's more, I felt if I had said I was the tipster, there was no reason for him to keep me alive.
I asked, thrilled that al last there was news.
No, there was no change in Julie's condition nor was Howie there.
There was no additional supply nor could we ration it as there was no way to reignite it.
After millennia dealing with the dark side of humanity, he didn't think there was anyone else pure left.
Similar to the bedroom, there was nothing on any of the flat surfaces, not even dust.
From his cold features to his controlled, efficient movement, to the low, commanding tone, there was no doubt he belonged in the predators' wing of the zoo.
Bianca liked Jenn, though she felt there was more to the woman than she could pinpoint.
You ever meet someone and you knew there was something just wrong about them?
Maybe every man out there was like Aaron, unable to commit to one woman.
She hadn't been able to get through to anyone else and wondered if there was some magic trick he'd done to reach her.
At first, there was nothing.
He was alive, after all, and there was some good to him for wanting to make things right.
Unless there was something wrong with it.
The hum around the Other assured Jule there was only one person in the alley without any sort of otherworldly power.
He looked tired after the talk, and there was a note in his voice she recognized as caution.
She'd accepted her father, because there was no one else who understood her.
Papa, there was a man in our house who tried to kill me.
Jenn snorted, wondering how she explained there was only one vamp in an entire organization of inhuman blood suckers that gave her the creeps.
Now there was life and light in his eyes, even if he wasn't quite the man Jule remembered.
But there was another reason she dared not leave her father, one she feared voicing even to the man before her.
He wasn't sure what was going on, and he wasn't about to worry Rourk more by admitting there was a seven-foot vamp with unlimited power loose somewhere.
I think we'd know if there was one in town.
Yully wouldn't be home yet, and there was no tingling of power that would indicate the Other was present.
My kind always thought there was a way to reopen that gateway, and a few days ago, the gateway ruptured.
Jule couldn't shake his amazement that there was a vamp capable of thinking.
Yully let the power fill her and mix with the other energies, staving off panic that there was much more than she could ever control.
And then there was silence.
Sofi claimed Jenn would have a protector, and there was no need to worry about what Jonny might do.
After her conversation with Xander, she couldn't help wondering if there was something more that made Darian seek her out or made her willing to humor him.
Damian issued few clean-up orders, for there was no way to maintain the discretion his Guardians needed to mask their shadow operations protecting humanity.
He hacked him apart until there was nothing but pulp.
A long time ago, there was a battle so horrible it threatened to destroy the whole universe.
He cared for Claire, or at least, he was attracted to her, and she didn't know if there was more than what she knew about them.
His gaze was stormy, but there was more there, a profound sadness that made the large man more human.
Most moved away quickly, sensing there was something about him that just wasn't normal.
In hindsight, he wondered how he'd ever been fooled or why he'd settle for Claire when there was someone like Sofia out there, who'd love him for him and not for his title.
The driver had driven in circles and down every back alley he could find until Jule was confident there was no one tailing them.
He hung up, but there was urgency in his voice.
Her chest was tight and her breath short, but she knew there was one way to find out what happened to Damian.
If there was a way to make him see what was in her head … to make him remember … she focused on Damian's memories, the ones before the dark age, when he and his brother were happy.
She didn't know if she'd hurt him enough to drive him away forever or if there was a sliver of him that still wanted her.
She nodded, sensing there was much he wasn't saying.
This time, there was a combination of distant pain and pleasure as he bit her that almost pierced the hazy dream.
She was saving lives, yes, but she wished there was a different way to do it.
She gripped the hourglass, a symbol of her hope at leaving, even after learning that there was no real hope.
At this point, there was no reason not to.
She glanced back over her shoulder to see Darkyn standing where she left him, hands clasped behind his back, watching her with the cold smile that told her there was more going on than she suspected.
I don't expect them or anyone else to make deals with you for me, she said, hurt as much by his words as the thought that there was no one outside of Hell who wished her well.
Glancing down at herself, she decided there was only one logical place for her to start.
What if there was something I could do to help you?
She was in Hell, because there was nowhere else for her lost soul to go.
But there was a never a day when you didn't love her and she didn't love you.
Instead of war in his background, there was peacemaking and diplomacy from the beginning.
She'd spent five days with him, silently fighting him, only to realize there was nowhere else to go.
This time, there was nothing else standing between her and her destiny.
The soulless, ancient intelligence there was as fathomless as the night sky.
Her hope had been crushed in every other way – except that it stirred once more at the idea there was more to him than she knew.
Deidre wasn't certain if there was any affection for his daughter, though his persistence in healing her was a sign of either care or obligation.
I know there was more to why she sought me out but I don't understand what.
This time, there was more than insatiable lust and need in his kiss.
I won't say—'cause if I told you you'd be so scared you'd go running out here like there was a bear on your ass.
Unless there was a pending crisis of major proportions, telephone messages remained unanswered and promises unfulfilled.
This year there was something to cheer about with Billy Langstrom.
And there was nothing funny about it.
They knew there was little more they could do or say to console the lonely child.
When the dreaded exit occurred, it happened so quickly and unexpectedly that there was no time for proper good-byes—if such biddings exist.
In spite of the inclement weather, there was a large crowd of bathers frolicking in the earth-warmed water of the million-gallon facility when Dean dislodged his passengers.
Some said he was talking about a job down in the Norfolk shipyard where there was work with the war coming on and all, but after a time, when Ma didn't hear, we just sort of forgot about him.
While Bird Song fed its guests only breakfast, there was always fresh fruit available and the management triumvirate ate heartily of nature's stores.
While there was a comment that father Joe Calvia hadn't taken the news well, no details were given, and no calls from a hospital emergency room followed.
At the mention of the name, there was a noticeable reaction from all members of the Dawkins' clan.
If there was a real skeleton, there was a real crime.
Dean looked back at Fred in the rear view mirror but there was no hint of clarification.
But if there was an old skeleton up there, I wonder whose it could be?
And if Martha's discovery had been substituted with the theater prop, he'd bet his boots there was an empty trunk out there somewhere!
I read all the weekly newspapers and there was no mention of any foul play, but this little ad caught my attention.
In September, there was another ad.
But there was a real skeleton.
While there was a feeling of last-guy-in-turn-off-the-elevator, the Deans reluctantly agreed that some form of management was necessary to maintain order in the face of the ever-increasing numbers who wallowed in nature's wonders.
They waited, and after a few seconds there was the distinct sound of movement above them.
He had just started toward his Jeep when there was a sound like a gunshot from above them.
The escape was less than stealthy, and it was impossible to tell if there was more than one pair of feet.
We assumed the skeleton would have been discovered if there was activity in there.
He said it out loud, but there was no one close enough to hear.
Dean crawled on his hands and knees, peering under the vehicle for Billy's young girlfriend but there was no one else, only a liquor bottle—unlike its victim, unbroken.
She looked up, somehow seeming small in spite of her height, but there was fire in her eyes.
He sat on a sofa while she settled into a leather rocker where she'd evidently been sitting, as there was a nearly empty pint of vodka on the table next to her.
Going too damned fast, but there was no one else there.
The remainder of the meeting rocked back and forth, but there was no doubt in Dean's mind that he'd been hurt badly—and unfairly—by Fitzgerald.
When she hung up, there was a questioning look on her face.
In addition to the four Dawkins, there was Pumpkin Green, the grocery cart vagabond, and old Brandon Westlake, camera buff supreme.
Both wished there was a simple means of communicating this information to the child.
If there was a tear in her eye, she covered it well.
He told Lydia about Fitzgerald buying the vodka on the morning of the Fourth of July, denying it, and saying at the debate that there was liquor in Billy's vehicle when he, Dean, felt there wasn't.
Following a host of we-should-have-known-better's, the Deans realized there was a silver lining in Pumpkin's hasty departure.
He brought Cynthia up to speed on his meeting with Lydia after confirming there was no further word on Martha's disappearance.
Aside from Larkin, there was only an elderly clerk who neither looked up nor spoke.
I did run the prints and there was no hit.
But there was the little problem of the pack of cigarettes Martha clearly described as being with the bones in the Lucky Pup Mine.
The Deans jumped at every ring of the phone for the balance of the afternoon, but there was no further word.
Dean wondered if there was another, more sinister reason for Paul Dawkins' silence on the subject—that he was the murderer of his wife's natural father.
By the time we became an item, my mother was dead and there was no reason in his mind to resurrect old ghosts.
When there was a lady around, Fred O'Connor was always in good hands.
This time there was no doubt that Lydia laughed but didn't answer.
There was attorney Faust but there was no proof he had even set foot in Bird Song.
He telephoned but there was no answer.
No. But there was a lot of blood.
While Dean's mind whirled with this latest news, there was nothing he could do but let it play out.
Besides, there was a good chance Billy would never see what Fitzgerald retrieved.
He told us there was gold in the mine.
Both men felt the old man had probably killed him, but Westlake's brief disclosure was insufficient to pursue the matter and as both men were dead, there was little incentive to do so.
She didn't understand how, when there was so much beauty around her.
He shut down her ability to use the portals, just in case there was something else going on.
Why did no one tell me there was so much pleasure?
What if there was?
You're certain there was one in her head the other night, right?
Andre's patient smile reminded him of how there was a time when he never would've considered asking for such a favor.
Or risk that there was something else going on that would drive his mate back to Darkyn for whatever reason.
The movements seemed to start there, circle around the lake then drop, as if there was an invisible wall.
Cora was loyal to Gabriel but wanted to go home, and right now, the only way there was through Darkyn.
Sometimes, he thought there was none of the human left at all, just an incarnated goddess whose fascination with her new world extended to him.
On a mission to ensure there was a clean slate between his mate and Darkyn, Gabriel waited in the middle of Deidre's old apartment for the Dark One to arrive.
Andre was the only one who seemed to think there was a reason for Gabriel to be here, and Gabriel trusted Andre more than both Deidres and Darkyn combined.
The faded signs of massive scarring were on one side of her neck while there was blood on the other, as if someone had just hurt her.
But there was never a day when you didn't love her and she didn't love you.
He couldn't afford to now but there was a part of him that hurt.
And then there was the baby she and Alex had lost before it reached full term.
Whether there was someone else in her life at this point or she was alone was a mystery.
But there was something else – something that might actually be at the core of Lori's resistance.
She had always imagined how it would be, but there was no way she could have imagined how wonderful it actually was.
Throughout the night she checked regularly to see if there was any change.
Tests revealed normal brain function, and there was no indication of any permanent damage.
And then there was the fact that it might frighten Jonathan.
The doctor said there was no reason for him to remain in a coma and he might wake up any day.
For a few seconds there was silence on the other end of the line.
Otherwise, there was no indication of understanding.
As long as he was improving, there was hope.
But there was no good way.
And then there was the embarrassing thought of having to call the doctor and explain how he got in that condition.
And then there was that other thing – their love life, or lack thereof.
Still, there was the change in their love life.
Then there was Katie.
Maybe there was something to what Katie was saying.
Short of fighting him off as she would an attacker, there was nothing she could do but submit.
The kitchen had been completely remodeled and there was a ceiling fan in every room.
For a few minutes there was an uncomfortable silence at the table.
Maybe things would have been different... but there was no point thinking about that.
Deidre turned to see if there was someone behind her the stranger spoke to.
For example, before you ran into her in the mortal world, there was a ninety seven percent chance you would've killed her the first time you met.
She told him a million times there was no way she was going to marry him then turn around and die.
Though her hair was pink, there was no mistaking the delicate facial features, porcelain skin and large eyes of the woman who tormented him his entire life then dumped the underworld on him.
This time, there was no mistaking the weapons lining his trench coat or the sword along one thigh.
Gabriel asked, sensing there was more to the demon lord's journey from Hell.
Just because she knew there was a shadow society didn't mean everyone she ran into was part of it!
Daniela knew me and there was a man on the beach when we landed.
Despite the bitter words, there was regret on Wynn's face.
His bed was made, and there was no body on the floor.
She thought she was going crazy already; if she really started to deteriorate, there was no way she'd be able to handle it.
She trusted him without question and yet, there was more to him than she really knew.
He appeared normal, unassuming, but there was something otherworldly in his eyes that warned her he wasn't normal.
She stopped a dozen meters before the edge of the forest, wondering if there was any sort of hazard in being so close to whatever it was causing the lake to be green in the first place.
Was this all there was after one died?
Whatever she faced there was a million times better than whatever she faced away from him.
No matter what he said, she'd heard enough about past-Deidre to understand there was much more to their relationship.
This time, there was no waiting.
The souls were barely glimmering; there was no way he'd be able to pull the amount of power he needed to save Deidre.
Aside from the greeting, there was no warmth between them at all.
She wasn't willing to consider it, not when there was the issue of her pending demise between here and there.
I mean, I thought there was … is there?
Disgusted, she was also relieved there was no pain.
Except that Fate said there was.
This response was more guarded, less amused, enough to tip off Deidre that there was more to the story.
Aside from the birth certificate, there was no way the rest were official police papers!
He resembled his father in height and narrow face, though there was warmth in his father's face she didn't see in his.
This was worse than ledge walking in the hotel; there was no balcony to catch her!
This time, there was no mistaking the tattoos on their bodies.
When there was silence, she felt the beast approach her, its bloodied fangs at the same level as her head.
Maybe there was a way out of it yet.
Maybe there was a part of him that didn't want to undo whatever he'd done.
This time, there was none.
Katie dug in, unconcerned with the woman's silence while there was food in front of her.
She expected someone to be angry that there was a man in the women's wing.
Five sets of predatory eyes fell to her, as if realizing there was a lame lamb in their midst.
Katie wondered if she'd shocked her that badly or if there was some other reason Molly was so surprised.
She.d spent the day in thought after her talk with Gabriel, and there was only one solution that might drive Rhyn away before she and Gabriel hurt him.
Hannah never traveled light, and there was no way of knowing what Kris was doing.
The Council meeting was a bust, and there was more tension in the air than he could understand.
He.d thought he crossed the only line that mattered by selling out the Immortals but found there was another he wasn.t ready for.
She didn.t know if there was a second gym where other Immortal mates were, but Kris had said Hannah would be down.
Now, there was something else to consider.
You say there was one in Ully.s lab?
Maybe there was a chance he could leave Hell and come back to Kris.
Though there was a wall of Immortals between her and the forest, she felt the demon watching her, waiting for its opening, now that she was no longer protected.
His people's hope had turned to desperation in the hands of the Yirkin when every sun-cycle passed and there was no nishani.
That there was a better chance of her selling art if she painted something no one else on earth could imagine?
A'Ran's behavior was just as distant, but there was something bordering on resentment in the way Ne'Rin looked at her that made her uncomfortable.
Her directness and pure courage-- there was no other word for her insubordinate address!-- amazed him.
Once again, there was too much behind his simple statement for her to address.
She wondered what life would be like with someone like him, or if he was so bound to duty, there was no room for real affection.
With there being no current battle, there was nothing to test her.
And she walked away without another word, confused as to why she had wanted him to say there was more to why he chose her than because it was his duty.
It was not possible that any man could take her or that there was any place she could go that he could not find her.
She'd thought the planet completely dead, but there was a bright patch of green grass beneath her and the pod.
If there was grass, there was bound to be water somewhere.
She rustled through the pod to see if there was any water or food.
The thick stone door behind her slid closed, and there was a pause before another door opened in front of her.
Yet there was no earth or place for them to grow around her.
Shaken, she leaned against the nearest wall and sank into a sit, disgusted to see there was blood on her clothing.
It grew straight from the stone; there was no dirt or planter.
We don't know what Bird Song was at the turn of the century, just that there was a building or some sort on this site.
Edith looked up at the ceiling once more but in a few moments there was only silence.
It's not even my jurisdiction, even if there was something I could do.
The note was undated and if there was a return address or an envelope, it was lost over the years.
Before Dean could let loose with a torrent of pithy comments, there was another knock on the door and Donnie entered the room.
However, as there was almost no break between words, they could never be sure the double characters were in the same words and not the beginning and ending of different words or sentences.
Perhaps there was an earlier Mrs. Martin who died?
Cynthia asked when Ryland mentioned there was no charge.
I looked through the whole month of January but there was nothing about a girl named Annie dying.
Dean agreed and telephoned Janet O'Brien from the hall but there was no answer.
Most guys were off fighting the war so there was lots of empty slots.
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 there was only silence and the night sounds of the old building as Cynthia lay awake next to this man she loved.
Dean took a deep breath, half expecting Ryland to demand that Edith leave, but there was only silence.
The business didn't stop, although there was a lot of talk in the newspapers about closing down all the bars and clubs.
He called her again as soon as he rose, but she had apparently left earlier as there was no answer.
Fred followed but there was little time for conversation.
Before Dean could answer, there was an almost inaudible knock at the door.
For the second time in a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.
He concluded there was a major element he was missing.
She recalled with bitterness how he'd plied her with potion, falsely igniting her deep seeded passions until there was no turning back from his rampant lust.
Before Dean could answer, there was a knock on the front door and he rose to answer it.
He worried about not hearing from Cynthia, but there was little he could do.
It seemed to Dean she'd spent her life on the outside, in some respects by choice, somehow driven from one social plane down to another, much lower, until there was nothing left but death.
When they arrived in Ouray there was a mutual understanding all that lay between them had not been discussed.
I guess there was death—but not scary death—only inevitable, the-time-has-come kind of passing.
But more than anything else, there was love at Bird Song.
And there was Fred, no trouble but not getting any younger.
Then there was Cynthia's recent additional fear.
During the two weeks there was a Mexican dinner at the Catholic church, a couple of movies, three evenings at the Ouray Hot Springs Pool and even a day of downhill skiing at Telluride.
Nope. That was all there was.
By the time we got to the end of Annie's notebook, there was more than enough pages transcribed that anyone could decipher the last few pages.
Now there was a chance she didn't kill herself.
The room was empty and there was no reason for anyone to look in there.
She would set up transfusions if there was danger the human might die, and had to twice for Cassandra.
Normally, he would have had a bottle of scotch and some ice sent to the room, but today there was no time.
Coming through the clearing to where the park benches were, he realized there was only one person.
Where most houses would have a deck, there was a large studio, with professional lighting and lots of glass.
Normally he wouldn't go more than a few hours without thinking about his next meal, but Elisabeth filled his thoughts so completely, there was no room for anything else.
His lip had started to heal, but there was still evidence of a burn.
He was instructed to go ahead; there was no need to request an audience.
Why couldn't Katie understand that there was a principle involved?