Don't 'honey' Me In That Southern-fried Twang.

Sometimes I Just Want To Gobble You Whole, Eat You Alive. You're So Gorgeous. You're So Beautiful.

- How Is He In Bed? Gladiator Or Poet? - Hmmm... A Poetic Gladiator.

The State Calls Paul Winthrop To The Stand." ... Paul Answered The Opening Questions Briefly, Weighing His Words, His Eyes On Julia's. "would You Tell The Court The Nature Of Your Relationship With Miss Summers?" "i'm In Love With Miss Summers." The Faintest Of Smiles Touched His Lips. "completely In Love With Miss Summers.

Roarke Cares Very Much For Beth And For Me, And A Few Select Others. But Loves? I'm Not Sure He'd Let Himself Risk Quite That Unstable An Emotion.

He Loves Me." "you Sound Surprised." "nobody Ever Did. Not Like This. It's Easy To Say, For Some People. The Words. But It's Not Just Words With Roarke. He Sees Inside Me, And It Doesn't Matter.