Sandra

“I'll stay away from you and you'll stay away from me. I'm already over this insignificant, puny, inconsequential attraction. I don't even remember kissing you."
They had reached the cluster of trees in front of the courtyard leading to Frances Catherine's cottage when she told him that outrageous lie.
"The hell you have forgotten," he muttered. He grabbed hold of her shoulders and forced her to turn around. Then he took hold of her chin and pushed her face up.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
"Reminding you.”
― Julie Garwood, The Secret

“Luc scored forty and slapped the darts in her palm. “The light sucks in here.”
“No.” She smiles and took great pleasure in announcing, “You suck.”
His gaze narrowed.
Weeks of anger and hurt poured out of her and she said, louder than she’d intended, “And worse – you’re a whiner.”
A collective intake of breath caught their attention and she and Luc turned and looked at the guys watching a few feet away.
“Lucky’s gonna kill Sharky,” Sutter predicted from the sidelines.
By taut agreement they both went to their respective corners. Jane shot and scored sixty-five. Luc scored thirty-four.
“Now remind me. Why do they call you Lucky?” she asked as she reached for the darts.
He pulled them back out of her reach as a slow, purely licentious smile curved his mouth. A smile that told her he was remembering her on her knees kissing his tattoo. “I’m sure if you think long and hard, you’ll remember the answer to that.”
“No.” She shook her head. “Some things just aren’t that memorable.”
― Rachel Gibson, See Jane Score

“Ask me again why I don’t want you traveling with the team.”

“Why?”

He slid his thumb across her bottom lip. “Because you drive me insane.”
― Rachel Gibson, See Jane Score

“Don't you dare weep," he commanded.
"You've broken my heart."
"I'll fix it later.”
― Julie Garwood, The Secret