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Don't feel sorry for me. Most people can't change their past. I change mine every day.
Courtney Milan
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It really is that easy. I can say no. I can tell him I have a problem, and it becomes just a…thing. An obstacle. Something I can attack. It was only silence that made it insurmountable.
Courtney Milan
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I think we may have started this conversation off on the wrong foot," Robert said finally. In fact, if the conversation had been animate, the merciful thing to do would have been to take it out behind the barn and shoot it.
Courtney Milan
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Her lips found his and a stab of exquisite desire shot through him. This is what he's been waiting for all this time. Not a stolen embrace. A gift, freely given. One that he would keep forever in some small part of his soul.
Courtney Milan
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We don’t need wealth. We don’t need riches. We Lanes just believe harder than everyone else, and good things come to us.
Courtney Milan
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Would I take a conventional wife, when I could have an extraordinary one?
Courtney Milan
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The truth is simply this: you can find a better man than I. God knows you wouldn't have to look very hard. But I don't believe you can find one who loves you more.
Courtney Milan
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“But we’re not trying to empty the Thames,” she told him. “Look at what we’re doing with the water we remove. It doesn’t go to waste. We’re using it to water our gardens, sprout by sprout. We’re growing bluebells and clovers where once there was a desert. All you see is the river, but I care about the roses.
Courtney Milan
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He wanted to laugh. He ought to have corrected the man. “Yes,” he finally said. “I do things with stuff. How ever did you know?” “Maybe this is for the best,” Fairfield said. “You might know of a whole range of cures that I have not been able to access.
Courtney Milan
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You're perfectly right. There's no two ways about it. When you leave, it will slay me.
Courtney Milan
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Then the car door opens and the driver gets out. He’s tall and thin with sandy-blond hair.
Courtney Milan
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Don’t worry about failing. Worry about failing wrongly.
Courtney Milan
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The road to hell was surely paved with cacao.
Courtney Milan
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This feeling, this tentative flutter in her belly - this was hers. This was sunlight on her face. It was the warmth she'd dreamed of. It was a curl of honest attraction, the first she'd experienced in years.
Courtney Milan
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Then I’ll have to succeed three times as hard as they want me to fail. You, of all people, should understand that.
Courtney Milan
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But none of that matters. When I see you, I remember that you made me want to drown rather than be myself.
Courtney Milan
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A lady always avoids the truth, when it happens to be gauche.
Courtney Milan
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Do you remember the time you blackmailed me? Yes, dear. You blackmailed me right back. It was the sweetest thing. I knew then that we were meant for each other.
Courtney Milan
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Kate had dressed for battle, donning her finest pink muslin morning dress. With lace at her wrists and mother-of-pearl buttons at her throat, instead of that itchy servant's cloak, she felt capable of matching wits with anyone.
Courtney Milan
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Oh, thank God. It wasn't the pens talk.
Courtney Milan
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It was hardly the first time she had confused him. He knew just enough to understand that he didn’t understand her.
Courtney Milan
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Experience tells me that fiction is fiction and that hope leads to disappointment.
Courtney Milan
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You can call me your friend if you like, but I think of you when I stroke myself. When last I checked, that points to feelings that are decidedly more than friendly.
Courtney Milan
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Some people, when they’re hurt… they remember the challenge. They grab hold of the fire once, and when they’re burned, they make plans, trying to figure out how to hold live coals. That’s your mother. But some of us remember the pain.
Courtney Milan
