86 Quotes About Western-romantic-suspense

You should know something about me. I joke around a lot. But I'm a pretty serious guy about some things. My job. My truck. My lucky boots." Which he just happened to be wearing tonight. "Making love.

Austin couldn't help being protective of his youngest brother. While he and Hayes had both worked in law enforcement, Laramie had no experience dealing with criminals. "I hope you're right," Austin said as he watched his family finish their lunches. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that Laramie had no idea what he was getting into.

There is one man," the artist said after a moment. He'd paled. "H. F. Powell." "Where would I find him?" West didn't seem to hear him for a moment. He shook his head as if clearing away cobwebs from his brain. "Find him?" His laugh was more of a grunt. "Six feet under, last I checked.

When are you coming back?" he'd demanded as he'd watched her throw her clothes into two suitcases and head for the door. "When you get some help with your drinking." He didn't need any help. He drank fine without it.

Would he love the house as much if his cat burglar didn't come back for the painting? He pushed that thought away, telling himself he was in the market for a house long before he'd laid eyes on the dark-clad figure running along the rooftop. Long before the kiss.

What would it hurt to have one cup of coffee with him?

He seemed to study her. "I think I might surprise you." She feared that was definitely what might happen.

She warned herself to let it go. But that meant letting the painting go. She couldn't do that, she thought with a curse. And Laramie Cardwell was practically daring her to come steal it.

Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asked as a few moments passed without either of them speaking. He mentally shook himself out of his reverie. "Sorry, you looked so..." "Cold?" she suggested with a smile.