She sighed and walked over to the window seat.
Staring out the bay window at the old house, she abandoned her coffee cup on the window sill.
Did she have a window seat?
When they finally got on the plane, she and Jonathan had a window seat - Jonathan in front of her.
In spite of her decision not to, she glanced out the window.
She gazed out the window as if she hadn't noticed anything unusual.
Señor Medena was watching Alex, but from the corner of her eye Carmen could see Alex was looking out the window.
His empty gaze shifted momentarily from the window to her face.
She leaned back against his arm, watching his profile as he looked out the window.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
Jonathan was staring out the window and Alex was playing with Destiny.
Señor Medena colored and stepped over to the window, looking out.
With everything ready, they sat on the window seat and watched for Alex.
Alex was on the window seat when she returned, gazing out at the night.
She started to get up so she could lead him to their bedroom, but he tugged her back down to the window seat.
Carmen leaned against the nursery window, gazing at them in awe - Alex at her side.
Alex stood and turned away from him, staring out the window.
He turned from the window and faced Señor Medena.
He pressed his face against the window and managed a forlorn goodbye wave.
The first raindrop slammed into the window so hard that she instinctively recoiled.
Releasing the curtain, she turned away from the window.
Each boom of thunder was loud enough to rattle the window panes.
Lisa rolled her face away from the bright window.
Rolling down the window, she backed out of the garage.
Again she saw Nick's face in the car window.
She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and curled into a shivering ball, staring through the window into the darkness.
The next morning she woke to the first ray of light through the window.
She was putting supper on the table when she glanced out the window and noticed Giddon riding Diablo back into the yard.
She woke to bright sunlight shining through her window and jumped from the bed, tugging on a pair of shorts and a blouse.
She sat staring absently out the window.
From the window of his office, the path was clearly visible.
She turned and gazed out the window.
She stared through the window at the trail.
Lisa stared out the window.
I kept seeing little Nick's face in the window when they left the house.
He walked around it and then leaned down to look in the window.
Leaping on the bed, which was now in her room at the Giddon home, she bounced up to the window.
Escape was hampered by the fact that the window wouldn't open.
A quick glance through the window revealed the black car stopping beside the building.
Yancey stepped out and glanced out the window.
The window was barely large enough for her to pass through, but she might be able to get out that way.
She held her breath while she tugged at the window, letting it out in a sigh of relief when the sash lifted quietly.
She glanced out the window and saw Yancey was almost to the house.
... found the window unlocked.
Actually, I never gave it much thought until I found the window open.
She glanced out the window, still smiling.
She stared out the window at the colorless winter landscape.
Through the kitchen window, she saw Brandon ride up and dismount.
She opened her eyes and blinked at the sunlight streaming through her window.
Cassie turned her face to the window.
Darcie leaned back and stared out the window.
She turned and stared out the window.
He nodded again and turned away, staring out the window while he sipped the coffee.
To the left was a tall narrow window, bare to the coldness of the room.
A small frosted window allowed light to enter the room that was obviously a storage space for heirlooms.
A glance out the window revealed that the snow had piled up to four or five inches.
She wandered through the house, peering out the window until she spotted a small shed.
She watched from the family room window as he wolfed the food - a habit that had prompted Cade to dub him Scruffy.
You know, this house wouldn't be as cold if there were some curtains on the window and some rugs on the floor.
Cynthia closed the book and gazed out the window.
She crossed to the window and stood watching another majestic sunset.
She dressed as the sun was sending its first rays through the bathroom window.
He stared absently out the window and continued.
He nodded and crossed to the window and stared out at the rain.
It's a very small window.
I reached under the seat for the gun as I rolled down the window.
"Sounds like scads of fun," she dead panned and immediately changed the subject as she gazed out the window.
I'm sure some trusting farm folk will leave a door unlocked or a window open for my pleasure, for my endless possibilities.
I crossed the mighty Missouri River, leaving agrarian Nebraska in my rear view window.
The details are just now being posted but the murder occurred so long ago, I think it's outside your window.
We tackle our work; professionally and without rancor to one another in spite of a pall of indecision that oft times seeps in like a chill from a leaky window frame.
I can see from my perch a window downstairs in back remains open to catch the lovely spring breeze.
Correct. He made it to an open window on the first floor.
The intruder fell back out the window.
Once there however, Quinn had nailed the time perfectly as Howie saw our target approach the window!
"Just a sec; I'll look out the window," I answered as I hung up and dialed my next call, the office of After.
She screamed when she saw a figure at her bedroom window and her father chased him.
The warmth was nearly enough for me to nod off when I heard a honk and Molly waved from Betsy's side window as she slowly circled.
Here, some light vial the living room picture window provided a faint outline of fixtures and furniture.
I was fumbling with the window when I heard heavy footsteps move close to my door.
Unlatching the window, I tried desperately to raise it!
I started to open the window to get out of there but I guess he heard me because he kicked down the door and grabbed me and cut me.
The vehicle has a Wall Drug bumper sticker and an emblem from a Kansas campground in the back window.
There was no window and the only ornaments were crucifixes on three walls.
We're following a hunger and when it's ripe, all common sense and caution fly out the window.
I was there when Quinn hid it after Martha locked them out and he had to pry a window.
Green-eyes stepped between Bianca and Purple-eyes, and Purple-eyes backed towards the window again.
Light glowed through the hazy window overhead.
She was staring out the window.
He glanced out the window and realized he'd pulled in the entrance for the emergency room and morgue.
Jonny's gaze darkened, and he rose, pacing to the window.
He pushed himself out of bed and stood for a long moment, gazing out the window at the fields of winter wheat glowing in the moonlight.
George gave a long, noisy sigh and turned, pointing out a window.
The window rolled down, and his chief assassin glared at him.
The woman was halfway out the window on the opposite end of the firelit room.
He crossed to the window.
Jule launched himself out the window as the creature made the second blow against the door.
He snatched the phone and rolled down the window, tossing it.
At the far end of the main floor of Jonny's new home glowed a panoramic window fitted into the mountainside.
Chairs lined the window, and she saw why.
The window overlooked the neighboring mountain, coated in white with clouds clinging to its peak.
Jonny had been drawn to the view as she was and stood before the window.
Satisfied to have found his room, Jenn made her way back to the window, where Jonny remained.
He sat and stared out the window while nibbling on a piece of cheese from the plate of cheese and crackers on a small table at his side.
Jule rose and paced to the window.
And when my father finds you lurking in the bushes beneath my window?
Light poured in from a large window, and a fan overhead made the curtains flutter.
The window was open, assuring her it was neither cold nor raining.
Damian crossed to his window and gazed out at the setting sun.
Moonlight drifted in through a window, and she stared in confusion.
Her window was on the other side of her room.
Han chuckled from his position near the window.
The men were dispersing, and her heart leapt when she saw Damian's gaze riveted to her window.
The window to a balcony was open, allowing in a cool night breeze that made the fire in the hearth dance.
She suddenly realized the curtains were open, and the sun streaming into her window didn't hurt her eyes.
She looked again at the sunlit courtyard beyond her window.
Damian crossed to the window.
Sofia jerked from her place beside her window, not sure which voice came from her head and which from the handsome man before her.
She stood before the window, feeling very much like a prisoner in her new world.
He rose, as if on autopilot, turned, and faced the window.
Sofia gazed out the window, mulling over the night.
She unraveled herself from her favorite chair near the window.
There was no backdoor in the kitchen, but Traci had wedged the window over the sink open.
She waved Sofia over frantically before climbing on top of the sink and wriggling through the window.
Damian appeared, a fragmented vision, as if the vamp had been peering through a foggy window.
The next morning, the sight of snow falling outside her window drew her gaze as she packed for the evacuation.
She approached the window, amazed at the snow, until her gaze fell to a figure kneeling like a dark gargoyle in the middle of the white lawn.
He looked away, towards the window, hands on his hips.
The window was open to the summer evening and the bottle-opening revelers could be heard clearly as he sat on their bed.
Dean remembered the open window and the guests gathered outside on the back patio.
Between bites, Martha regaled the few late rising guests that lingered around the dining room with stories of her adventure and the bus window sights she'd visited.
Dean rolled down his window to let out the smoke.
Pushing himself away from the book that would reveal nothing he sought, he went to the small, square window overlooking the stone structure of the Sanctuary.
He went to the window opposite the figure and closed his eyes, then whipped the curtain open.
He led her to the window.
Movement outside the window caught Carmen's attention.
His attention was immediately drawn to the car outside the window.
Later that evening, Carmen was reading a book to Destiny and Jonathan was sprawled out on the window seat, reading a book about horses.
He leaned his head into the window to look at the odometer.
Through the window she saw Alex vault the fence and hit the ground running.
She placed her hands on the window and leaned her forehead against the cool glass.
Carmen peeked out the window and saw the blue BMW.
As she put the car in drive, something smashed the back window with a loud crash.
All of them screamed, and a frantic backward glance revealed the back window shattered and ready to fall in.
As the patrol car came over the hill, she rolled down her window and waved.
The patrol car came to a stop beside her, the window down.
While her car was in the shop getting a new back window, Carmen drove a rental car.
She crawled up on the window seat and curled into a ball.
Sometime in the night Alex came and lifted her off the window seat.
Through the window she watched him stand and walk over to the porch rail, watching them intently.
That night she slept on the window seat, and he didn't come get her.
Curling up on the window seat, she gazed out at the moonlit scene on the valley below.
She sat up, peering out the window.
The balmy morning breeze drifting in from the small window was fragrant with the scents of the ocean and bread from the Sanctuary's kitchens.
Warmth bloomed within her while her heart beat with more excitement than a moth outside a lighted window.
Moonlight streamed through one window while the rest of the house was dark.
He glanced around the penthouse decorated in dark colors with flashes of burgundy and brown, attention settling on the familiar skyline visible through the window.
She caught sight of herself in a store window.
Calmed by the reminder, she left her spot in front of the window.
He wanted to throw duty out the window when it came to his mate.
"Do you know why I stopped you?" the cop asked as she rolled down her window.
She rolled up her window, watched him return to his car, and cursed.
As usual, the next stop filled the train, and she looked with some irritation at a five-year-old who shoved by her legs to stand next to the window beside her.
He was dressed in worn clothing and shoes and flattened his palms against the window, as if he'd never been on a train before.
He turned to her twice and pointed out the window as the scenery whizzed, but she ignored him, reading instead.
A car approached, and a window lowered.
He's outside my window.
He led her to the window overlooking the street.
His clothing was thick and heavy this night, as if he expected to be standing outside her window until dawn.
She followed, intent on having her tea by the window as she did every morning.
The air was chilly, but she left the window open to the street sounds and the cold, wanting to feel normal.
Wiggling her toes in the plushest carpet she'd ever felt, she leaned against the window sill, exhausted yet wired.
Another boom, another flash of light outside the window, another shudder as the building struggled to stand upright.
She tiptoed through the glass and leaned out the window, eyeing the wide ledge.
The Irish rock blaring from the bar below was loud enough, and cigarette smoke already curled in through the window.
He ignored her and tossed it out the opened window.
She took a step back, but he only snatched the scarf and flung it, too, out the window.
The other pen and pad of paper went flying out the window.
He took the bottle and tossed it out the window.
He didn't answer but crossed to a window and flipped on a light.
He sat at the window overlooking the street two dozen stories below.
I should've asked first, Gabriel said with a glance toward the window.
Gabriel crossed to the window and stared at where the dark ocean and night sky met in the distance.
She glanced out the window and spotted the Arch.
The wooden door and whitewashed walls --along with the open window above the bed allowing in balmy air --soon brought to mind a more tropical place.
She had yet to see a window.
A storm brewed on the horizon, visible through the window behind Death.
Rhyn emerged from the shadows near the window, dressed in black with his hair tied back.
She exited the brightly lit room into the hallway, crossing to look out the nearest window at the falling snow.
He took a sip, gaze going to the snow falling outside the window.
Jade crossed to the window and looked out, formulating a plan to let the demons into the castle using Sasha.
"Unless …" He drifted off and crossed to the window, clasping his hands behind him.
Rhyn trotted to a window.
Hannah, you have to trust me when I tell you jumping out that window is a better death than what this thing will do to you!
Katie said, dragging her sister toward the window.
"I see Kris on the park," Kiki called from the window.
The first light of day filtered in through the small square window above her bed.
He tossed the last one out the window.
Kris.s gaze darkened, and he stood, pacing to the window.
The window of her weakness was short, only a week in mortals. time, but long enough for him to act.
Today she wanted to see the window to space in the galley Evelyn wanted her to see.
She sat on the bed and watched the sunset through the window.
The massive warrior paced to the window.
She'd expected him to go out the window to avoid detection.
The prisoner squatted below a window and appeared to be listening for signs of pursuit.
Evelyn sat at the window seat, gazing at the dark sky as she had every night since Kiera disappeared.
She went to the window at his words.
The pale glow of the moon shone through the uncurtained window, casting an elongated shadow from the overturned chair.
There was flowered wallpaper and she was hanging there in the moonlight, twisting in the draft from an open window.
She pivoted around, as far as her seatbelt allowed, practically hanging over the seat as she looked out the back window.
She was easily recognizable, her dark hair streaming in the breeze of her partially open window.
The small undated photo was quite dark but showed a couple, perhaps in their thirties, standing before a church window.
She was promptly chased away by the mourning women and sulked off to her spot in the window.
To Dean, she seemed a tad pensive as she sat next to the window.
Donnie wouldn't respond, turning away from his father toward the window.
I gaze from my window to the hill as I watch the warm glow from his home and pray he perhaps is thinking of me as I am thinking of him.
In spite of the cold, I try to open the window to rid this room of the smoke and whiskey breath of those who visited here, but the frame is frozen fast.
I gaze out my window as the moon is slowly slipping away and I long for the warmth of the morning.
Shadows danced in tune with a slight breeze from the inch of open window and a sentinel pine tree beyond.
The snow seems to trap me, as it does with the small squirrel I am watching from my window.
A woman, dreaming of her pending marriage, scratched in tiny letters with her diamond, 'So in love, says everyone,' on the pane of her bedroom window.
I took the ring you gave me and I too scratched that identical message on my bedroom window, the very same room where you and I have stolen our few hours together.
Her door was ajar and the chill from an open window washed over him.
If it was Bird Song where Annie lived, perhaps the scratched window pane is still here!
Would you scratch that on a window pane for me? she teased.
One evening, Jackson heard a coach beneath the window; and upon investigation saw Victor, his two henchmen, and Gabriel board.
I don't know, something innocuous like pour a glass of wine and dump it down the sink, or open and close a window.
Jackson sat in the chair by the window, taking in the landscape.
When Sarah returned to Jackson's room he still sat at the window.
It has the bay window, great natural light.
Elisabeth walked him to his car as Miriam watched from the window.
She tapped on the window and Katie rolled it down.
He was gazing down at her, their faces illuminated by light coming through the window in the door.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Carmen trudged across the room and drew the curtains back from her window.
She slammed the coffee cup in the sink and the hot liquid splashed against the window.
He gazed out the window at the winter scene.
Carmen woke to a dim light shinning through her bedroom window - only the window was in the wrong place - and the bed was hard.
The next time she opened her eyes, sunshine filtered through alabaster blinds on a hospital window.
His words were like a ray of sunshine through the window on a cold winter morning.
A large bay window sported a roomy window seat.
I like the window seat.
His voice was husky as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the window seat.
He rose from the window seat and turned to face her.
He led her to the window seat again, and they sat there watching the sun set.
A window in the ceiling opened.
Lana asked, eyes on the window.
Brady's gaze went to the window.
You can influence anything, Tim, so I assume this is your idea and your window.
He looked away, at the blue sky visible through the window.
Gabriel gazed out the window of the small room, thinking.
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