Debi

“I hate to disappoint you, but Bart is not falling for me,” Faith said, trying not to show her disappointment. “I don’t even know why he would be interested. From what I can tell, he’s had pretty much any woman he’s ever wanted. And honestly, that bothers me.”
― Maryann Jordan, Seeing Love

“She deserved so much better than the hand she’d been dealt in this whole situation. Brenna rated safety and security, a lifetime of love and care, something he’d like to be the one to give her if she’d let him. Yeah, he’d been sideswiped by his feelings. She mattered to him on a level deeper than any other woman had in his life.”
― Rebecca Deel, Midnight Escape

“Dana drew in a sharp breath. “Reach out your hand, sis. Jon’s right beside you.” Through the eerie green light of his enhanced night vision, Eli watched Dana slowly extend her hand, palm up. Jon shifted closer. “I’m here,” he whispered. He touched her hand with his fingertips at first, afraid a strong grip might send her into a panic. He wanted to hold her in his arms, doubted she’d let him. His emotions rioting all over the spectrum, Jon inched closer, moving slow until her fingers wrapped around his hand and tugged. He swallowed hard, longed to gather her into his arms and never let go. The clock in his head, however, denied the chance for more than a minute or two at most. Her hand still in his, Jon sat beside Dana, moved his hands to her forearms and let her make the next move. Jon’s heart almost leaped out of his chest when she flung herself into his arms. He pulled her close, his throat tight. “I’ve got you, baby. No one will take you from me, I promise.” He placed a soft kiss on her neck. “We’ll have to fight our way out of here. Can you run?”
― Rebecca Deel, Midnight Escape

“He looked up at Dana. Tears streamed down her face. No sounds escaped. The silence wrung his heart. He almost preferred sobs to this stoic display and that said something since a woman’s tears normally sent him scrambling to the closest exit. Jon sat with his back propped against a tree, pulled her close, and wrapped his arms around her. “What if they . . .”
His arms tightened. “We’ll deal with it together.”
“We?”
“You aren’t alone anymore, baby. Never again. I’ll walk through every step of this with you. As long as you’ll allow me, we’re a team.” Dana pressed her head against his shoulder, her face against his neck. “I’m guessing you know about my history with Ross. That’s in the past, before you knew me. If Grace’s thugs assaulted me, would it . . .?” She lapsed into silence.
“Affect how I feel about you?” he asked. She nodded.
“Whatever they did shames them, Dana. You aren’t to blame for anything they might have done to you. People in this line of work are masters at their trade. Nothing will affect how much you mean to me or the role I hope you’ll play in my life from now on.” She sat up to look into his eyes. “What role?” Hope shined from her gaze.
“A permanent one. When you’re safe and on U.S. soil, we’ll talk. I meant what I said. We’ll get through this together. I’ll stay beside you all the way.”
― Rebecca Deel, Midnight Escape