Remember what I told you back in Japan.”She remembered what it was. Talk and listen. The basics of communication and the key to almost all marrige woes, according to Maureen.Why was it always easier said than done?

His heart was screaming her name, refusing to believe what his brain was hammering down, repeatedly, into his soul. His heart was recalling all the times he saw pure, unadulterated love for him radiatingfrom her lovely face. . . or was it just lust? Was it all fake?

Green,” he muttered.“What do you mean?”"You're turning green, Miss Hernandez."Feeling insulted, she growled, "What are you talking about? I'm not the Incredible Hulk!"Chuckling, he shook his head. "No, you're not, thank goodness. But you're green. Green and jealous.

His kiss was unlike the one they shared in the bathroom. This kiss was gentle, deliberately slow, luxuriating in the delicate exquisiteness of her lips, awakening a new set of sensations she didn't know existed until now, coaxing her to respond.And respond she did.

It also didn't matter that she had only known him for a short time. The heart knows no time when it meets its match, its better half, its kindred one, which long ago was planned by destiny and then thrust forward by serendipity in ways she had never imagined.

Love should give one peace, not turmoil; security, not uncertainty; happiness, not anguish; hope, not despair; and contentment, not fear.