Would-be Sentence Examples
It would be the perfect opportunity.
This would be suitable with you?
He thought it would be fun for the man to tell the woman.
The windows in the car would be broken, and everything would get soaked.
Connie would be on the road right now.
That would be a big help.
I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.
It would be an excellent opportunity to get out of this house with its unpleasant memories.
It would be dangerous.
There would be no selective reduction.
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That would be cool.
For the next three days the clinic would be closed.
I thought it would be better if I slept here.
It would be so disappointing for them.
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At any rate, Giddon would be back soon.
This would be a lot easier on my ATV.
Who would be calling her on his phone again?
Exploring would be left for another day.
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Why did he hide the fact that his first love would be here tonight?
Hopefully he would be in a better mood after they got back home.
Sure, he'd had some rough times, but she had never done anything to make him think she would be unfaithful.
Alex would be upset, but what could she do?
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As strong as he was, it would be useless to resist.
And now she had put herself in a position where she would be alone with him in the car.
Maybe it would be wise to separate the two at times.
Now, if I was trying to hide my identity, the last thing I would want her to do would be to file a police report while she was living under my roof.
Tammy and Timmy would be thirteen this fall.
Each day brought them closer to the time he would be riding away permanently.
There would be no moon tonight.
Walking tomorrow would be excruciating.
That would be the most likely place the bear would go.
That would be so nice.
How sad that she would be too proud to have fun.
No doubt he told them that Alexia had died, because after Jonathan's statement, that would be easiest.
If she focused on the past, he would be encouraged to hide things in the future.
I didn't know it would be like this.
The sooner he started, the sooner it would be out of the way.
Hopefully her family would be in the restaurant now – safe from any flooding on the highway.
Better would be a long time coming, but she felt more in control of her emotions.
Still, working for Giddon would be a challenge.
Living in that house and using the pool would be like a summer vacation, not a job.
For a moment she contemplated silence, but what would be the point?
She hesitated a moment, wanting to tell him, but thinking she would be betraying Yancey if she did so.
I only meant it would be good to get out of the house, no matter what we went to see.
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.
It would be best to contact Connie tomorrow and tell her not to send mail.
I guess that would be for your birthday.
I could understand why he would be chasing her, but if I'd have known she'd go for a guy older than me...
She watched his retreating back and knew there would be little sleep for her tonight.
This would be a good place to come to relax, though - when the weather warmed.
Of course, it would be more profitable for the ranch if I culled those animals by taking them to the slaughter house.
That would be nice.
Of course - but it would be expensive.
I don't know if you realize how expensive it would be.
In fact, tortured would be a better description.
You know what would be nice?
If she went back to the diner she would be lonely and broke.
Maybe it would be a good idea for you to stay out there a while and find the answers.
I'd travel so far and then I would be stopped by a gully or a creek.
After that I got to thinking how nice it would be if I had someone to cook me a meal every day.
It would be handy when she studied to home school too.
That would be impossible.
Life would be filled with mutual concessions I thought as I tucked my tee shirt into a bottom drawer.
Recognizing the town would be a step in the right direction but it wouldn't tell you the scene you saw actually happened, back in 1932.
Betsy would be home from her road trip and together we'd take on Quinn.
We all agreed but I silently wondered what our collective reaction would be if the opposite occurred!
If doing this would be too painful...
We knew similar situations would arise when missing children would be found dead, or actually murdered.
I was stunned to think Howie would be so audacious.
No. I can see why it would be embarrassing, but it is his father.
It would be nice if we did have ghosts.
I would be too worried I'd hit something.
Jackson's smile broadened; he thought how much fun it would be to watch her as she ran from car to car in his stable 'oohing' and 'ahing'.
Letting her learn his secret this way would be disastrous.
He wracked his brain for excuses that would be plausible.
There would be no sport here, no games and certainly no manipulation.
Another would be Josh, because you are still considering him.
Dulce motioned to Carmen from a hallway, so Carmen told Alex to take the children up and she would be up shortly.
They would be there tomorrow night, so there was no point in making the remaining vacation time unpleasant.
At best, Alex would be courteous to him.
Besides, Destiny would be there to assist with creating the required amount of restraint.
Seducing him was something she thought would be difficult, but it was actually enjoyable.
On the other hand, if he lost them, she would be sharing the loss of lifestyle.
Carmen had assumed breast feeding would be a natural thing, but as Matthew lay fussing in her arms, it seemed a major obstacle.
Lisa thanked her for all the help and assured her that she would be fine.
It would be dark by the time they got the car off the edge of the cliff.
The car would be replaced by the insurance that was meant to replace her parents' car.
Directing Connie to the house would be difficult, but Lisa could wait at the end of the drive.
Maybe he thought the stick would be useless.
The place was quiet and secluded, and Sarah would be a sweet person to work for.
Standing at the mailbox, it occurred to her that the red flag would be exactly that for Yancey.
Suit yourself, but personally, I think it would be good for you to get out a little.
Sarah was his mother, so he would be respectful, and if he wasn't she could always walk away.
Any excursion there after today would be against his instructions, but what she planned to do there wouldn't exactly be sanctioned anyway.
Then, there would be the cost of the wedding - and what about finals?
She watched him climb stiffly into his wagon and knew a moment of sadness when she remembered that before long she would be leaving and she would never see him again.
Something about his flippant answer made her think he would be a master at verbal fencing.
It would be a shame to ruin those beautiful eyes with this sun.
The railroad was scheduled to reach Ashley soon and there would be no need for freighting goods to the little town.
The Indians must know they had abandoned the wagons, and their tracks would be illuminated by the firelight.
But if they thought she and Bordeaux were engaged, the matter would be closed.
Which would be worse, an uneasy stomach or split lips?
Sure, there were other places to live, but nothing would be like the valley where she had spent her childhood.
She sat up straight, thinking that position would be uncomfortable enough to keep her awake.
Today he would be different, and so would she.
He had known her for a long time, and he had come to Ashley hoping she would be here.
In her present frame of mind, facing her father would be easy.
She was home again, and it would be even better than she had imagined.
The twins would be close, and that was something good that came of his return.
She waited for him to open the conversation, idly wondering if it would be ten before he spoke.
Was it merely coincidence that her lease would be up next Friday and the landlord was raising the rent?
From what I hear, he's pretty... frugal; I guess would be the best word.
He's got two boys that... well, calling them a handful would be an understatement.
Dull would be another.
This would be one Saturday she wouldn't have to crawl out of bed and get ready to go to the diner.
From now on it would be crawl out of bed and cook, clean and then maybe rest a little.
He had made his choice - suggesting something else would be rude.
She knew that when she accepted the job so any complaint at this point would be out of line.
Tomorrow would be another day at the house, and she intended to enjoy every minute of this day with Cade.
Mary, on the other hand, was vocal about her opinion of Cade, even to the point of stating that he would be the greatest catch of the century - no doubt, even an exaggeration in Mary's mind.
I mean, there would be the cost of drapes, rugs, pictures and other things.
Of course, if you think it would be too much work... you'll only have two weeks.
I think it would be a good idea if I moved upstairs.
I think it would be fun to redecorate the family room.
She wondered what would be worth the investment, but didn't want to wind up in the middle of a feud.
But it would be nice to know you had a way to get out and do things without fear of taking the only vehicle.
It would be nice to know she could leave the ranch at will without leaving Cade afoot, but she doubted if she would be driving to town soon.
The job would be harder to walk away from than Cade - wouldn't it?
Any denial would be immediately detected as a lie, anyway.
If she confirmed that Cade was unresponsive she would be as much as endorsing an ugly rumor.
She'd like to give Claudette a piece of her mind, but that would be unprofessional.
This time there would be no holding back.
If they found you out, the assault on you from every quarter would be unimaginable.
God, if this ability became widespread, it would be an assault of secrecy itself!
The accused himself would be hot to eliminate his accuser.
Once decided, there would be no discussion or argument.
He anguished over the possibility, fearful he would be so horror-stricken he'd wake and miss the telling information that would lead to a capture.
Perhaps, Daniel Brennan could get out of the kitchen but the five of us would be left sitting on the stove.
He would be expecting my call Saturday night.
I would be a damn fool not to devote everything I own in support of this.
Your investment would be for naught.
All five of us would be employed in various capacities at very generous salaries.
Paychecks would be mailed weekly.
Actually, that would be an improved status.
I was sure dear Brenda would be far more candid with the instrument pressed to her throat.
Quinn quipped it would be worth the price of the car if she kept motoring north to Canada and out of our lives.
If we were to spread any false crumbs, she would be the best source.
It would be nice to see Uncle Sam's grasping dogs coaxed to bay at the wrong tree as well.
Maybe After would be interested in chasing down a well-placed tip.
With Molly's help, it would be fun.
It would be so unfair to so many people if we quit, but God almighty, it's difficult and scary.
It's like we try to do good and theses unintended side effects occur; the deputy sheriff in Alabama, that Youngblood jerk in California, plus the parents murdered just so the discovery of their child's abduction would be delayed.
It would be our secret; how we started, how we were a party to something that never happened before in history, and probably never will again; what we did and why; just the five of us.
She reluctantly agreed following up on my sighting would be prudent and wouldn't do any harm.
I considered calling Frank Vasapolli but I would be revealing my Keene location.
I'd talk to the guy if I thought it would accomplish something but he'll just say he didn't do it and it would be a waste of a phone call.
Earlier, my wife had taken care of all the logistics of our travels while I locked up the house and called Jackson to tell him we would be out of town for a couple of days, retrieving Howie from California.
It would be the first time in an airplane for her and she wanted details of what to expect.
No one else would be capable of executing the dramatic capture of my nemesis and the lovely child as well.
While I long to have the child alone in my cabin, keeping the two in there would be cumbersome.
With a sinking feeling my call would be fruitless, I called the hospital.
Damian himself would be overjoyed, and Jule-- the third adopted brother in their threesome-- ecstatic.
For the first time in years, he found himself wondering what it would be like to feel again.
There was no such thing as a good Black God, and Jonny would be no exception.
She didn't doubt it and felt somewhat satisfied her brother at least knew there would be consequences to any stupidity.
If anyone could, it would be Darian while Damian was away.
He glanced at his watch, suspecting where Bianca would be.
And that would be?
It would be a shame to lose you already.
She steadied her breathing, swearing to herself that these would be the last to die at her father's hands.
He quickly changed her out of her clothes and into one of his own long T-shirts, fearing her clothing would be bugged.
This would be the first year he'd gone into the negative in a thousand of years.
The Guardians knew that betrayal would be confronted by Dusty, and even those loyal to Damian feared him appearing unexpectedly at their door.
She still wore the gown, though strands of hair blinded her and she knew her pillow would be filled with makeup.
She hesitated, sensing he would be angrier with her than Jule or Dustin had been.
In a week, Deidre would be dead or back with Gabriel.
I had to make a choice without knowing what would happen or even if you would be there for me in the morning.
That would be the worst of the options.
And getting lost down here would be really stupid.
They'd be mad, that would be sure.
Martha Boyd would be leaving, so the telephone informed them.
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.
Then out of the blue came the call from a sticky-sweet state worker informing the Deans that Martha would be picked up on Saturday morning—this was Thursday—for the introductory reunion.
There's no way she'd know her mother would be released.
At year's end, the bills, totaling a substantial amount, would be culled and donated to charity.
I figured everybody would be really mad and I'd get a beating for sure.
That would be fine with me.
Amid forced conversation, the group plodded their way through shrimp, chicken, and enchiladas to dessert—fried ice cream—but if the Deans thought this final outing would be a celebration, they were mistaken.
The party meal was a bust, with everyone aware that the next dinner would be absent one of their number, perhaps for good.
A female voice he didn't recognize—but definitely not Larkin's—told him the sheriff would be available in thirty minutes.
He smiled to himself as he climbed the steps, wondering what Jake's reaction would be to a search for ancient bones.
It would be a Catholic wedding, albeit in the rectory—but still a must in the eyes of the Calvias.
With all you're got on your plate, being a basket case would be perfectly acceptable behavior.
The age would be the give-away, even if I feel seventy-seven.
A young couple whose life dream was owning a Bird Song look-alike learned from Fred the principals would be absent for the day and offered to stick around playing temporary innkeepers.
That would be a hoot, pushing my cart in a black cape!
But it would be hot as hell crossing the desert in Utah and Nevada.
With an approximate date—or at least a year—and a first name, the chore would be infinitely easier than scouring decades for a nameless individual.
Dean considered a further prompt, but a dozen years of dealing with attorneys taught him it would be both unsuccessful and unwise.
If someone got hurt, it would be my ass.
That would be reason enough why the bones went undiscovered for four decades.
If Edith was pregnant in 1960, her son would be in his forties now!
By the time he neared the woman, she'd crossed the intersection where the water fight would be held later, and was passing the bank in the heart of town.
He wanted to make sure he had time to hook up with Billy Langstrom and question the young man, whom he knew would be there.
And why buy two pints when a larger bottle would be cheaper?
If he, Cynthia, and Fred were tasked with simply finding the identity of the old bones, the chore would be difficult at best and limited to Fred and his cronies researching old records.
He glanced at his watch and realized it would be dark before he reached Ouray.
He drove directly home, knowing Cynthia would be terrified by his absence and the sound of sirens in the night.
There would be no further questions tonight.
There would be time for rebuttal.
While the Deans discussed contacting the state once more, both agreed another phone call would be as fruitless as earlier ones.
He didn't have to explain how accusing his opponent would be perceived, especially after their acrimonious debate.
Dean wondered if he and Cynthia would be camping in their pup tent in Bird Song's back yard.
He wanted to ask her about the bones but knew any such discussion would be the height of tastelessness for a long time to come.
Fred would be up till the moon was down, out spending Mrs. Worthington's Vegas spoils.
He just wished his stepfather would be more forthcoming about the nature of his concern so he'd know how to help.
There's lots of reasons those records don't pick up a death but it would be nice to see it listed there.
It would be like an alias!
I knew one way or another the bones would be made public.
And I was quite sure they would be accepted as props.
Somewhat, but I had to take the chance that they would be accepted as props and leave it at that.
She never stopped to consider what it would be like if he became the person she had been.
Everything would be different – better, perfect – overnight.
He hadn't thought about how different the world would be for her.
Sometime today would be good.
If not for the fact she was lying to him, she would be the perfect mate.
Darkyn would be doing me a favor if he took out that jackass.
If Gabriel wasn't immune to the mind manipulation magic, he suspected Andre would be using it on him right now.
If Gabriel didn't fall in love with Deidre in three days, he would be betrayed once more.
All he knew was that it would be over soon.
Still, there were some things that would be better left in the past.
Destiny would be two years old before long.
He had been helping train her, and when she was old enough to have a foal, it would be his.
They would be Lori's tools of manipulation.
Next time would be different.
I always figured being a stay-at-home mom would be a plush job.
She stared after him as he drove away, wondering if he would be home for supper – or if he was going to eat alone.
Alex had given her no reason to think he would be unfaithful.
Maybe it would be best if Lori spoke to them about this only through an attorney.
We both made the decision to adopt her and we told you it would be permanent, remember?
And one would be fine with me.
It was a good sign that the foal would be born soon.
He concluded by saying that the next 36 hours would be the most critical.
She pretended he was out on a call and would be back sometime in the night.
Today she would be happy simply to know that Alex would wake up.
I told him you would be there.
But then, he thought they would soon be married and it would be his bill anyway.
He would be embarrassed if he woke to find he looked like Rip Van Winkle.
It was hard to believe Lori would be behind this latest attack.
Then again, maybe she only wanted to believe that because to believe otherwise would be insulting.
It would be such a terrible waste to impair a mind like his.
Now it would be even worse.
Jonathan will be home from school soon and it would be nice if someone was here for him.
She thought it would be good for him, but he immediately started having nightmares.
She kept telling herself she had married him not knowing what that would be like, so basically he was the same person.
Still, any advice from Katie would be straightforward, and that was definitely a plus.
Maybe it would be easier when he was there.
Sometimes when she was working in the kitchen, she would catch him watching her in that strange way and worry that there would be another such night, but it didn't happen.
Once the carpet was laid, it would be ready for occupants.
It would be nice to see what he had written this morning.
If you think the specialist might be able to help you, I think it would be a good idea to go.
In the wild, predators killed the weak so that there would be more for the strong.
Alex would be upset.
Maybe there would be residual problems, like his sleep pattern.
I guess in social circles he would be considered a big player.
And you would be happy?
He glanced at Carmen, silently questioning if his absence would be a bother.
Which would be soon.
Deidre closed her eyes and rested against him, trying to imagine what the last days of her life would be like.
If the radar was working, the soul would be within a few feet of him.
If I saw Katie with another man, there would be nothing left of this world.
The doctor said a sign she was deteriorating would be hallucinations.
She'd imagined staring down Death before, but she never guessed it would be anything like this.
My first guess would be hers.
Things would be different from here on out.
She rubbed her face, certain the mistake would be clarified soon and she'd be released with an apology the size of a bottle of painkiller she desperately needed.
With any luck, the worst part of her day would be missing her stop.
The only thing worse would be to make him dead-dead.
The taste of death was in her mouth and if she looked, she knew her shoes would be covered in blood.
She frowned at the thought of Rhyn being gone all the time but was glad Jade would be with them and not around to try to drag her back to Sasha.
Her sister would be in heaven.
If he.d killed you, he.d be alive and Katie would be safe.
Without Katie, Jade.s world would be perfect.
Katie hesitated, then strode through the main hallways, suspecting Hannah would be too star struck to notice the looks they.d certainly receive from others.
That Rhyn of all his brothers would be granted such an honor as an Ancient.s mate made a mockery of everything.
And then, the both of them would be gone.
Hannah would be a basket case if she only knew the extent of Katie.s issues!
It was all he heard anymore, that Katie would be safe and happy only if he wasn.t around.
If he tossed Sasha.s body close enough to one of them, the vial would be safe.
She didn.t know if there was a second gym where other Immortal mates were, but Kris had said Hannah would be down.
He wondered what a half-human son would be like, and his thoughts went to Gabriel, who started out human before turning Immortal.
If he was, it would be in the trunk under his bed.
He saw only warriors on the main floor of the castle and ascended with increasing pain to the floor where Kris would be.
It would be his last night with the Immortals, for no one would forgive him once he followed through with the plans forming in his mind.
If he took down the Council, too, he would be all the more content.
Her fate would be decided by a demon and an assassin, and she.d never see her Rhyn again.
If I get her help, she said everything would be okay, and everyone would understand Sasha killed the Immortals.
But if it were a world like ours, I imagine it would be okay, right?
It would be neat, don't you think?
You would be treated like a queen at my home.
Evelyn knew-- and Romas assured her-- Kiera would be fine.
Hopefully, hopefully, that would be the largest obstacle Evelyn faced in explaining the situation to her.
The party tonight would be a perfect way to start.
There would be no pressure on Kiera, and Evelyn would be there to support her.
If not for Romas, there would be no distant planet, spaceships, or tarantula-like cats!
Being shorter than everyone else would be a boon this night; she waited until the two were out of sight before fading back toward the house.
He would take her to a planet with larger tarantula-cats, where she would be trapped in some room like this for the rest of her miserable life!
He didn't doubt that once she reached her new home and his sisters reminded her how to act, she would be both exquisite and tame.
She went to the battle game to play until A'Ran called, wondering what he'd say when she told him her news about his sisters and wondering just how safe it would be to talk about Ne'Rin's conversation with his father.
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.
There were a great many things she could think of that would be dramatic issues to her.
Even though he'd just met her, the bond between them was as strong as his father told him it would be.
He hadn't thought she would be so eager, given her skill at avoiding all her regular nishani duties.
She couldn't survive if anything happened, and every Yirkin warrior on the planet would be looking for her, once they hear she exists.
I would be honored if you chose to attend.
If she chose to leave, his home would be destroyed.
He'd always intended to bed her when she was ready for him, but he'd never thought that moment would be now, if at all.
She'd wanted to return home since she arrived, yet when presented with the enormity of her importance in her new world … when she realized how incredible it really would be to have a man like A'Ran in her bed every night … when she saw he was capable of passion … when she found out an entire planet full of people would die if she left … She couldn't help the tears at such a thought.
All he had to do was choose a nishani-- my sister!-- and the planet would be healed!
Her mind went crazy with thoughts and emotions, and she wondered if A'Ran would be happy to see her.
She agonized over what it would be like to meet him again.
I told her it would be nice and quiet here.
That would be a dickens to solve.
I think it would be good for Donnie.
While the distance to her aunt's trailer was only a half dozen blocks, once the January sun had retired after its day's work, it would be a cold walk.
The sofa in the office would be fine and you could leave the door to your bedroom open, just a pinch.
It would be a lot more successful.
There would be dinners, a Saturday night dance, slide shows and hundreds of ice climbing exhibits.
My circumstances are without solution and his life would be ruined if the world were to know the truth of our love.
It would be a very long day and night.
That would be my guess.
Fred had taken care of the early morning chores as Dean poured himself his first cup of coffee, dreading the inquisition he knew would be forthcoming from the old man.
Claire had informed Fred she and Effie would be leaving Tuesday.
That would be less risky and make more sense.
The big problem would be hoping no one remembered seeing you.
It would be like trying to hide a yellow school bus in a Volkswagen showroom.
Maybe, but trying to put the blame on you would be right up her alley.
He crossed his fingers that he was ahead of the police, and his wife would be there to answer.
The young boy would be the only person Dean could think of who Cynthia would care enough to at least consider protecting.
The time would be near sunrise later in the year, but now the night and his world was as dark as midnight.
While I can buy all this as possible, it would be the dickens to prove it.
All that would do is warn them he knew and he would be coming out to get her.
With a chuckle and a deep breath of crisp, clear air, he mused, Today would be perfect, were it not for the human locked in the basement.
Finding women there meant the risk of seeing them again would be minimal, since they were most likely traveling on business.
If death were a color, this would be it.
He wanted to scream at him; to demand an explanation, but understood how fruitless that would be and measured his best course to remain calm.
Sarah felt unsure about running at first, however Jackson held strong to his conviction that death would be preferable to living as a minion for a madman.
They knew, even if they survived, returning to their families would be unfeasible.
The life force would be welcomed and the Exemplars would grant permission easily.
If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead by now.
I told him you would be down in the morning.
At times he couldn't reach, and it would be up to Sarah.
He figured it would be quite some time before he could get out to hunt.
He was very much in the mood for a fun, air headed bimbo after all the drama today, but that would be near impossible.
At this time of day, the best option would be to go to Stanton Street where the expensive boutiques were, and hope to find a lonely, rich wife getting back at her husband by spending his money.
All would be said and done within fifteen minutes then, but damn, did he not deserve a little fun after being the go-to guy for everyone today?
When Jackson came along, Emily decided he would be her baby and always took care of him.
She knew arguing would be pointless.
Up until yesterday he thought they would be together forever.
He knew Sarah would be listening in somewhere, and when he entered the drawing room, he had proof.
He had hoped to have the day and night to himself, and now that would be unlikely.
Since it was Friday and all the fun ones would be out drinking after work, he decided to take another walk, then maybe a nap.
Too early and the ladies would be sober.
While contemplating whether Freckles would be worth having to influence the other three or not, Jackson caught sight of someone in his peripheral vision.
He would be ready to change it the instant it emptied.
Connor said he would be by to pick her up in an hour.
Her biggest problem now would be explaining things to her boyfriend, who was probably still nursing his wounds.
I wasn't sure what would be appropriate attire for the restaurant.
Without having to look, he knew she would be blushing again.
However, he was confident that Elisabeth cared for him, and for now, that would be enough.
Patience had never been his strong suit, but he felt certain if he didn't give this woman the space she needed, she would be gone.
How sad it would be if she didn't care about the one thing that defined him.
He had thought he would be putting a new clutch in this car next week.
If I could draw, you would be my favorite subject.
You would be too much of a distraction.
He had been hoping Sarah would be unsuccessful.
She did want to use the bags first, and if Jackson hadn't been in this state, he would be getting a shrill earful for feeding from the bottles.
I think it would be better in daylight.
Thank you, I think that would be a tremendous help.
He wasn't sure he would be able to hide his unease alone with Elisabeth.
Because I knew what your answer would be.
To throw that away because of an accident of circumstance would be a tragedy.
I'm sorry, I didn't know you would be here.
He thought about what his world would be like if they ended things.
Yeah, that would be tough.
I'm sure they would be amazing if you did them.
I bought them when I thought you would be spending some time down here.
I don't know, it kind of feels like I would be moving in.
I tried to choose something you would be familiar with.
If she were forced to make a choice it would be devastating for her.
She screamed at him, You promised you would be careful, you call this careful?
I figured you and Sarah would be the only ones to notice.
If you wanted to take over the world, what would be first on your 'To Do' list?
Yes, I do… when you told me you planned to marry Sarah; my foremost concern was how difficult your death would be for her.
If she were turning him willingly, it would be a lot easier for both of them.
You know, I can't help thinking, if you were human, I would be going through the very hell Sarah is experiencing right now.
Sarah said, "That would be wonderful, you sure you don't mind?"
Thomas doesn't know about you, so I thought it would be easier all around if….
He paused for a moment before continuing, Elisabeth, I used to believe living an eternity would be more than I could endure.
Fall would be lovely–October.
Jackson had decided to build a gallery on the grounds, and although she protested, he knew she would be thrilled with it.
It would be suicide for you.
He wondered if other werewolves lived in the area, however, if he called her and there weren't any close enough to help, she would be upset needlessly.
Connor assumed his best course would be to remove the IV from Elisabeth's arm, and saw this as his opportunity.
He had no idea how long it would take her to regain consciousness, or, if even then, she would be strong enough to free herself, yet he saw no other option.
At the time she had told him if she never saw him again, it would be too soon.
Well, she would turn 21 in a few months and her inheritance would be available.
It would be another hour before the room was warm enough to hide her breath.
Surely Katie must realize he would be slumming it - and why.
Last month you said it would be fine if he came up for a visit.
Still, it sure would be nice to have someone open doors, send flowers, and compliment her on a nice dress or a job well done.
Open enough to see that Josh would be a fine catch... for someone.
After that the chickens needed to be fed and she needed to get that chevon roast in the oven so it would be ready for lunch.
At any rate, he might not find the task at hand as unpleasant as she anticipated it would be.
Maybe it would be a good idea to run down to Josh's place and call the vet.
In less than an hour she would be out in the barn again.
I agreed because I figured goats would be easier to handle than cattle.
Did it have anything to do with the fact that she would be twenty-one soon, and gain control of her inheritance?
Maybe tomorrow would be warm.
It would be awkward enough talking to Josh, without having an audience.
There was certainly nothing here to hold him, and a little country hick would be the last female he would consider seriously.
Right now, any affection would be welcome; and Alex was obviously an affectionate person.
It would be years before she could afford to remodel it.
He was a polished businessman who would be as disappointed in her rustic lifestyle as she would be with his lavish way of living.
Toast would be fine.
It would be wise to flush him from her mind - day and night.
If I was incapable, that would be different.
Some work in the barn would be nice.
Not only because it would be a lie, but also because she didn't want him to leave and never come back.
Any filly would be skittish about going into a stable where the ghost of another lingered.
Lori would be content with things the way they were.
If they kept on lashing at each other like this, their relationship would be torn to shreds.
She shouldn't have walked in unannounced - but who would have thought Josh would be doing something like that?
What dark secret had he been holding from her that he would be forced to reveal if he knew how she felt about children?
He would be embarrassed.
Besides, it would be best to see his face when they talked.
Do you have any idea what it would be like to adopt that many children?
It would be hard enough to get him on his rug once she had him in the barn.
The smart thing to do would be to abandon Brutus for the safety of the barn.
Who would be calling at this hour?
Saying yes would be setting him up for further hurt.
It would be encouraging him - indicating there was still a chance.
Saying no would be telling him to get out and never come back.
And he must know what her answer would be.
Maybe he feared his punishment would be worse when she told Mr. Tim what he did, for Mr. Tim would surely crush Brady's PMF militia once he found out his friend was a traitor.
Elise would be horrified.
It looked as if the camp would be packed up—if not evacuated—before dark.
Someone would be coming back to take over the facility, he assessed.
That maybe everything would be all right and someone could disable them.
His body didn't feel right, but he had enough drugs with him to get him through a couple of weeks, when his body would be fully healed.
Nothing in the town would be standing, because the elite hoarded power and anything that would give them influence.
We thought she would be in one of them or at least, would've left some sign she was.
That would be them.
The generator would be more than the town needed, even for winter.
The sats would be on backup power right now, eliminating her chance of communicating without drawing the fire of the missiles.
It would be a noble death for a good cause, if it came to that.
If Death kept her word, Katie would be back.
Toby's heart somersaulted in his breast, and he tried hard to reach the depths of the powers that would be his when he was just a little older.
She was alone and soon, she and her baby would be dead.
The death-dealer smiled faintly. Rhyn trotted away from him, out of the palace and into the jungle. He suspected freeing Katie from Death would be easier than freeing Gabe from Death. There was more at stake for her if she lost Gabe.
It would be nice to be remembered for something other than stealing the souls of loved ones.
Death didn't come. Darkness fell, and Rhyn waited. He paced and stretched, imagining there would be some kind of a struggle. At long last, he forced himself to admit she wasn't coming. No one could've overlooked the blow he dealt her underworld. The trees all around them had died off with a tear forming in the earth that led in the direction of the palace.
It would be a noble death for a good cause.
In the meantime, all of Rhyn's Immortals and Death's assassins would be a disorganized mess.
Parents would be nice.
I smiled and looked from Ivy to Lara and back again, hoping that maybe this time would be different.
By the look on Lara's face, I doubted it would be.
If you ask me, those Norfolk guys would be better off checking the airports than the bottom of the bay.
The second income would be a must if Randy were to attend college.
That would be a Godsend.
He knew the return trip would be far different, crawling his way back in the snarl of rush hour.
The vehicle was in police custody in Norfolk but the authorities there said it would be released to the World Wide local office shortly.
Dean waited until she stopped for a breath and then rapidly explained they were doing all they could, would be in touch, thanked her and hung up.
He wondered about the last time she and her husband had made love, never knowing it would be the very last, ever.
Dean tossed it back on the table as Hunter said, "If this were the movies, that matchbook would be to a Hootchy-Cootchy night club where some sexy broad would come on to us both and then get her throat slit by a gangster boyfriend."
Dean didn't doubt for a minute the booty would be examined in detail as soon as he was asleep.
It was not a neighborhood one would be proud to call home.
He knew Fred would be waiting up for him, but decided to let the old man cool his heels, punishment enough for setting up the evening's activity on the sly.
Dean knew the Parkside Sentinel would be going full steam later in the day, so he stopped by the red brick building on his way to work.
Rita typed the second expanded Byrne report, with only a mildly raised eyebrow after Dean explained more would be added later.
You'd think that would be a simple request.
There would be no chance of leaving Norfolk that evening.
No, he didn't know where they would be staying.
Gently laying Cynthia on his bed, he tried to revive her but it was obvious she would be in the land of dreams for quite some time.
After showering and dressing, he wrote a short note explaining he would be at police headquarters until midmorning and slipped it under her door.
Let's say I'm 99 percent, but it sure would be nice to find a body.
There was an office pool on how long it would be before Willie would float in.
If Cleary didn't want to be located, any chance of Dean doing so now he knew someone was looking for him would be next to impossible.
She added, as if to clarify the situation, that her son Randy would be there too.
It would be a nice way to leave Parkside High.
Tracking him down would be difficult without stepping on the jurisdictional toes of the Norfolk Police Department.
Perhaps Byrne was afraid someone would connect him to the theft, a fear that would be eliminated by his "death"—a fear that was turning out to be well founded.
David Dean would be making a trip to Colorado.
The days following the incident, Dean had pored over more mug books, sure he would be able to identify at least one of the two hoods.
Someone would laugh and it would remind him of her laugh, turn their head to the side and it would be the way she always moved.
There would be time enough to panic closer to the end of the tour.