D.B. Reynolds

...her gaze settling on Bush International Airport. What is it with politicians anyway, always rushing to put their name on everything? She couldn't think of a single politician who deserved his name on a sewage treatment facility, much less an airport where everyone had to look at it all the time.

What is it about her, Duncan?_ he said finally. __he fights me at every turn, then nearly dies defending me. She comes more than willingly to my bed, then runs the very next morning. She wants nothing to do with me, and yet I find her... fascinating.

Would it be so terrible, sweet Cyn?_ he whispered. __o spend eternity at my side?_ But she was too far gone in sleep, and Raphael didn't know if he wanted to hear her answer anyway.