Joanna

“Well, what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, you can take a nap, read a little of my book, or close your eyes. Or you could stare--get the thrill of your life."

"She put her hands on her hips. "You really wouldn't care, would you?"

"Not really. A bath is a serious business when it's that much trouble. And it's pretty quick in winter." He started to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" she asked, a little irritated.

"I was just thinking. It's cold enough in here, you might not see that much."

Her cheeks went hot, so she pretended not to understand. "But in summer, you can lay in the tub all afternoon?"

"In summer, I wash in the creek." He grinned at her. "Why don't you comb the snarls out of your hair? You look like a wild banshee."

She stared at him a minute, then said, "Don't flirt with me. It won't do you any good."

-Marcie and Ian”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas

“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything. I want this. If you can’t stay here, I’ll go anywhere you want to go.”
“But Jack, you love it here!”
“Don’t you realize I love you more? I need you in my life. You and our baby. God, Mel—I don’t care where that happens. As long as it happens.”
― Robyn Carr, Virgin River

“I just wanted to make you happy,” he said. “Are you happy?”
“I’ve been happy a couple of times. What can I do so that you can join me?”
He laced his fingers through hers and holding her hands, stretched her arms up above her head, holding them there. “Baby, you don’t have to do anything but be present.”
― Robyn Carr, Virgin River

“As he looked down at her, his eyes were both warm and curious. "You don't look as tough as that."

"I don't know how tough I am--look at me, sick as a pup. But I bet I can match you for stubborn."

A sound came out of him.

"Holy shit, Ian--was that a laugh?"

"A cough," he lied. "You probably got me sick.”
― Robyn Carr, A Virgin River Christmas