How do you know?” “Well, I don’t, I’m making this up, but I bet I’m right.
I like the way you kiss-a couple of test kisses, then a huge kiss.
What are you doing here?” All right, he was standing in front of an easel, holding a paint palette and brush. “Taxidermy?” he responded with just a touch of his own sarcasm.
Marry me. You'll learn to love me, I promise.
Your big scary husband is crying.
Whew,” he said. “You clean up good. You don’t look like the same girl.” She frowned right before she laughed. “Do women usually thank you for saying things like that?
