Brynn Kelly

My ex wants to come and rescue me.___oo late! I already rescued you. Who does this guy think he is?

You're not what I expected in a pirate."He laughed, curtly. "You're not what I expected in a princess.

She turned her head, and the skin of her cheek caught the moonlight, smooth as satin. Tough and beautiful. He grimaced. Tu agis sans passion et sans haine. You act without passion and without hatred. He'd recited the line every day of his nineteen years in the Legion, but it'd never resonated as strongly as it did now.

She owed him nothing - less than nothing.

I'll shower, then we can go. I smell like a zombie."Hell, if the undead looked like that, bring on the zombie apocalypse.

I think I've proved that I'm not to be trusted," he said."Then why do I feel safer now that I have in my entire life?""Because you're just as screwed up as me.

Pretending to him that she felt something would be easy. Pretending to herself that she didn't? That was a whole other story.

How do I say 'kiss me' in French?" she whispered."Embrasse moi."Oh yes, even that sounded better in French.

You were a kidnapping waiting to happen - you're lucky it was me.""Luckiest day of my life.

Gunfire cracked around them. __ust warning shots,_ he yelled. __ow do you know?_ __e__e not dead.

Look._ He stepped closer, his voice lowered to a gruff murmur, and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze _ which just made her want to stretch up and kiss him.

I__ quite capable of taking responsibility for my own death.

He shushed her, laughing. ____ like to be that spider, if that woman was you.

How good would Flynn be in bed _ a real bed, with crisp, clean sheets? She__ seen and handled enough of his body to create a solid mental picture of him naked. Very solid. Honed, strong, with a dusting of blond hair on his tanned chest and maybe a few tattoos. Long muscular legs, a sculpted butt, a narrow waist sliding into a broad back that would undulate under her fingers as he moved against her.

Her biggest fear was that Flynn would walk away before she could even start to worry about him not coming home.

I don__ believe in happy endings,_ Flynn said, spinning Tess and tilting up her chin. __ust happy beginnings.

You__ better touch me before something happens spontaneously that makes me look embarrassingly desperate._ __eally?_ He lowered just close enough for his chest to graze the fabric covering her bra, squeezing a squeak from her throat. ____ like to watch that. You__e making abstinence sound fun.

The kiss wasn__ a buildup to something else; it wasn__ a promise of more to come _ it couldn__ be. Just a sweet, sad acknowledgment that this was something beautiful that could never be.