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waltz back into our lives as if nothing had happened. We were dealing with Dad's death and I wasn't about to take on her problems, too." "I'm not going to argue with you, sweetheart. Like I said, you did the right thing." "I have to wonder," she murmured, her brow furrowed with consternation. "Karen ..." "I know, I know. It doesn't do any good to rehash this over and over. What's done is done. When I spoke to Nichole about the inheritance, ..
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let himself into the office. He stood in the
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Now I know how deep my anger can cut...and I wish to hell I didn't.
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exactly what she was doing--tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and wove crooked paths down her cheeks. How could she have been so insensitive to her own sister? Chapter 24 All week Cassie had worked feverishly to put Steve out of her mind, but it hadn't worked. She couldn't wait to see him, and a week had never dragged on for so long. Nothing felt the same without him at the construction site, running the project. Saturday morning, C..
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It was awkward, too. People didn't know what to say after the accident. In fact, I didn't want anyone to say anything. What I needed was someone to listen. Few of my friends understood that.
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by-product of her pain. "After I was released"
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She likened Montana with Rocky Mountain oysters and thick, blood-filled steaks cooked over an open fire.
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about him," Lily explained, doing her best to keep the excitement out of her voice. "If I can come up with that song, he'd probably be willing to show his appreciation." "We could use a little appreciation, couldn't we, girl?" "Oh, Gram, you know we could." "If I can't think of it, Gene Autry would know." Gram often spoke as if famous personalities were her lifelong friends and all she had to do was pick up the phone and give them a jingle...
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Mousy. It was the only word Travis could think to describe Mary Warner when she stepped off the plane. His heart sank and took a moment to rally itself. Long legs, that was all he'd asked for, and what did he get? Minnie Mouse.
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It was the sad you get when your dreams are almost there...and then they're obliterated.
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She'd taken ten years off his life, frightening him the way she had, and now he'd easily subtracted another ten by kissing her. If he spent much more time with Jenna Campbell, he'd be dead inside a week.
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The yarn forms the stitches, the knitting forges the friendships, the craft links the generations." --Karen"
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Pete's a good guy." "He just slept with my mother!" "I didn't say he was perfect."
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Darlene used to say it was a couple's duty to keep their eyes open, their ears open, their hearts open and their mouths shut.
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He needs what humans call luck, and we both know there's no such thing as luck, only God,
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Vero Beach," she said. "That's where Ruth's class reunion is taking place."
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Jason had tried to reach their father through the construction company that employed him, but he'd learned nothing concrete.
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with static electricity
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for every loss there is an equal or greater gain. Often humans have to search for it, though.
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Carried on the brisk winds of faith, guided by devotion, navigated by love, it arrived fresh and bright at the very feet of the Archangel Gabriel.
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movie channel, silently chastising
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Color is a feeling for me. I work by feeling! --Tina, Freia Handpaint Yarns,
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to say." "You don't need to say anything. It's been a long time coming. I should have ended it last year." "Listen," Elisa said, perking up considerably. "I want you to fly to Vegas with me for the gem show"
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into another room and returned a moment later. Carly was at the table, looking over the accounting books, pretending she knew what she was doing. Her bookkeeping classes had been years ago. "Is what happened last weekend still bothering you?" Carly shrugged. "I suppose you've guessed that I had a troubled childhood." Her fingers rotated the pencil in nervous reaction, and she didn't meet his eyes; instead, she focused her gaze on the light ..
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She doesn't understand that some things need to be believed in
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By the time they arrived, the snow was coming down fast.... "It's beautiful," she said, pausing outside the door. She thrust out her hands and let the snow land on her palms. "Yes, yes..." Reid seemed in a mighty big hurry to get her inside. "How long did you say the storm would last?" she asked, thinking it would be so beautiful. The snow -- not being trapped with Reid Jamison. Reid hesitated. "Longer than either of us is going to like," h..
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You do this often?" she asked. "Drink or hijack women?"
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you should explore all your options
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window. She'd be fine. All she needed was a few days away
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side, and from what Cassie said, she never met any of his relatives. Odd, don't you think? Anyway, she said they aren't in contact anymore.
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He was, without a doubt, the most masculine male Bailey had ever seen--
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Agents don't sell books, good writing does. Plotting and characterization are what interest an editor. Agents negotiate contracts, but they don't sell books.
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A good friendship--like this one with Hallie--endured. It sustained you during times of crisis. It was there for you during the good times and the bad.
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sure she'd changed the bandage. Amiee looked uncertain. "Mom would want that"
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My, my, will you look at the time?" Bailey muttered, staring down at her watch. It was half-past frustration and thirty minutes to despair. The only way she could easily extricate herself from this mess was to leave--now."
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Don't allow yourself to wallow in your pain. Reach out. Volunteer. Do something you love or something to help others.
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The pastor made a funny comment. He said that when he taught marriage classes most of those attending took naps. It was the divorce classes where everyone took notes.
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I will no longer expect another person to provide me with a sense of worth. I don't need a husband to make me feel complete.
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We're each our own person, we live our own lives, make our own mistakes, learn from them, and move forward.
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I'm sorry, but there just isn't any... spark between us." The line grew quiet. Then, "If you're looking for sparks, I suggest you snuggle up with an electric fence."
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You're beautiful." And I meant it."
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Still, I remained curious. Abby Kincaid had flown in from Florida, which was about as far away from Cedar Cove as a person could get while remaining in the continental United States. She appeared to be happy for her brother and his bride, but she didn't seem pleased to be in town. She'd mentioned that it'd been over ten years since she was last in Cedar Cove, but surely there were school friends she'd want to see.
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Mark Twain wrote somewhere that the worst winter he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.
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It's said that there are men who make things happen, those who watch things happen and those who wonder what happened.
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