Perhaps she'd been so bent on protecting herself from the improbable that, somewhere along the line, she'd stopped believing in the miraculous.

He was serious and introverted, with a dry sense of humor you’d never be treated to unless you’d gained his hard-won friendship—or happened to be standing next to him when he murmured something funny under his breath

She'd been hired to protect him. But he'd come to a place where he'd do anything, give anything, risk anything to protect her.

You have to go where I lead you, right?Unless I taser you. Then you'll have to go where I drag you.

In God’s strength he could do the one thing within his ability. He could stay.

He could look into your eyes and without saying a word assure you that you were the most fascinating woman in the world and call you beautiful in six languages.

You are trustworthy.' She said it again and again, letting the chorus seep into her quavering heart and hungry soul. "I trust you with everything. My whole life. I want your will, Lord. Not mine. Just . . . . ' Her voice broke. 'Just Christ alone. That's what I choose. You're enough.

He'd sacrifice much for her. He'd do anything she asked of him. He'd pay any price, except one.The price of giving her up.

He was too handsome, too strong-willed, too wealthy, too daring, and otherwise not ideal.