Heather Alexander

“Uh, did you run this by Alaina?"
"I tried." Keni gave a little shrug. "But I don't think she heard me. She was busy trying to figure out the "mystical forces" that make the microwave work.”
― Stacey Rourke, Embrace

“Truth be known, I found it right flatterin'. And, it gives me the confidence tah ask ya out for Saturday."
My head snapped up and my cheeks burned. "Wha...?!" Picture of eloquence. That's me.
"Saturday. A date. You, me, dinner? Yah've heard of this concept, yeah?”
― Stacey Rourke, Embrace

“Why? Why are you asking me out?"
His expression was equal parts amusement and confusion. "Because if I don't ask ya the chance of ya actually showin' up on the date in highly unlikely, isn't it?"
An abrupt--and incredibly loud--laugh erupted out of me. "True. But why? Why would you ask out the freaky purring girl?"
"Yar laugh is amazin'." He grinned. Another wave of heat rushed through me. "And because from the moment I laid eyes on ya I knew there was somethin' different about ya. The purrin' just supported the theory. So, would ya like to go out with me?"
"Yes, I'd like to. Go on a date. With you. Please."
Smooth, huh?”
― Stacey Rourke, Embrace

“Purring wasn't going to be an issue if he kept looking at me like that. I was going to have a stroke.”
― Stacey Rourke, Embrace