It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough.

I know this woman.”
“Who the hell is she?”
He stared both his brothers down. “She’s mine.

When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them?

Sophie, honey, stop looking at me like that,” Garrett said gruffly. “You’ll have me convinced I’m going to die.”
“You’re not?

Ah, well.” He smiled-another one of those devastatingly intoxicating smiles that did unreasonable things to her body temperature and respiration.
With a nod and a respectful, “Ma’am,” he left her in the middle of the room.
Feeling like she’d been hit by a tank.

She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn't care. She didn't want him to ever let go.