70 Quotes by Rysa Walker

I wondered how much Kiernan knew about the CHRONOS key from his time on the Cyrist farm, and what his reaction would be if I told him he was eating something purchased by his great-grandson.

Before you start what?” He shakes his head. “Not telling. You have to come and see.” There’s a mischievous light in his eyes, and in that moment he looks so very much like his eight-year-old self, waiting for my decision to hire him as a guide at the Expo. Who could say no to those big, dark puppy-dog eyes? I laugh. “Okay, okay. You win.” And even though I don’t want to give him false hope, I can tell from his smile that I have.

She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Are you sure, Kate? A year is a long time, especially at your age.” “True. It would be a shame for you to miss my first step.” She rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean.

Connor follows Dad’s lead and steps forward to take Kiernan’s hand. “I’m Connor Dunne. And you can call me Mr. Dunne.” There’s a slight twinkle in Connor’s eye, so I think he’s joking. But whether he meant it that way or not, Kiernan laughs. “The hell I will, sonny boy. You need to show your elders the proper respect, or I’ll take you behind the barn and give you a good strapping.” Connor snorts. “No barn, and I’d love to see you try.

I fake an annoyed look at his interruption. “As I was saying, your ego doesn’t need to be inflated.” But as I say the words, I realize that I don’t think they’re true. Every now and then I catch him watching me at an unguarded moment, and his eyes are so vulnerable I almost feel like I’m looking at his eight-year-old self. He clearly enjoys the banter back and forth, however, and we seem to drop into that routine naturally.

Kiernan doesn’t answer. He just turns toward the door and walks out, limping. He bangs both the cabin door and the porch door on his way out. Pretty sad for someone who seems to think he’s being the adult here.

And then I had to jump back and get my gun. I thought it was in your room.” I glare at him. “My gun was in my room. Yours wasn’t, because you took it from me this afternoon.” “Because I couldn’t find it in your—

A few seconds later, I heard Katherine’s voice from below. “Kate, you have a gentleman caller.” I rolled my eyes. “How is it that a grandmother from the twenty-fourth century sounds like she’s from a Charles Dickens novel?” Connor shrugged. “Maybe both eras seem like ancient history to her. Could you tell me the difference between what they called a boyfriend in 1620 and in 1820?”This time I gave in to the temptation to stick out my tongue, and Connor surprised me by actually laughing.

I always dreamed ’bout ridin’ the big wheel,” Mick added, looking down at his shoes with a plaintive expression. “But me mom needs all the money I c’n make.” He glanced around at the others and then back at me. Those big brown eyes—with long black lashes that were going to make him a real heartbreaker in a few years—were all the more effective because they were still brimming with tears from the ear twist. “But it’s okay, Miss Kate. I don’ wanna make no trouble for you.