Missing you?” she giggled incredulously. “I could cheerfully murder you.” “I’d come — Judith McNaught
Royce Westmoreland stared at him with biting scorn. “I despise hypocrisy, particularly — Judith McNaught
Everything wrong I’ve ever done has always seemed like the right thing to do at the time. — Judith McNaught
An answering smile drifted across his tanned face. “What is mine, I intend to keep. — Judith McNaught