He would slay dragons for this woman.

I thought of you as a god, but now I see that you are nothing but a man with a man’s weaknesses.

He’d been trying to save this woman in his dreams for years. Now here she was, all grown up, and he still felt helpless.

He started for his office, but something was bothering him. Turning back to her, he said, “I have to know. DJ walks in and you instantly like her. You’ve never liked any of the women I’ve dated, and you’ve never done more than share a few words with them on the phone. What is different about this one?” he demanded, trying to keep his voice down. Marge smiled. “You’ll remember this one’s name.

The therapist had been sympathetic and kind. "You have to decide how you want to spend the rest of your life. Isn't it possible that your hope that Danny is alive and will show up one day at your door is keeping you rooted in a fantasy?

I have a killer loose on the ranch and all I can think about is kissing you again.

Tell me you have a plan.” He swore when Colt didn’t answer right away.

He had to have this woman, knew his life would be worthless without her. The raging heat of that knowledge raced through his veins, stronger than desire, hotter than the passion that caught fire between them.

He wanted her more than he wanted his next breath.