254 Quotes by Katherine McIntyre

It was just the golden sunlight, ink-stain asphalt and the woman he’d always wished was his.

However, she’d been telling the truth about one thing—the attraction had become flash powder between them, waiting for the match to drop.

Sierra couldn’t afford complications, not in her position, but the way he flirted with her and teased had amped her touch hunger to a deafening roar.

Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.

Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn’t want to surface.

She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn’t deserve.

The way he spoke to me, the admiration in his gaze, reminded me so, so much of myself staring at Morris, eyes reaching for the stars.

I shot her a look. “You of all people should know how dangerous my silence is. The longer my brain gets to working, the more I give my madcap plans credence. I was debating the merits of leaving a trail of catnip through the warehouse tonight—a stray cat infestation is the exact thing to keep Otthmann and the others occupied.

Every flutter in her chest when he sat beside her, every flush to her cheeks after a compliment, and every longer-than-average embrace would end tonight.