L.A. Kuehlke

Everything made sense in a book...Too bad her life wasn__ fiction.

When had things gotten so tangled in her heart and mind? Everything had been clear at one point, hadn__ it? No, she supposed it never had been perfectly clear.

You__e not his,_ Bryan said firmly. __ry, I don__ know whose I am anymore.

Miranda waited. No voice spoke. No heavenly choir broke out in song. God Himself did not call her name. She frowned. Typical.

I think it would have to be the way that my sister looks at you when you can__ see it._ __eah? And how__ that?_ he asked, very interested in the answer. __h, you know,_ she said coolly, __ike you__e the air she needs to breathe.

You still do that thing, you know,_ she said.__hat thing?_ He raised an eyebrow.Miranda smiled. __hat thing where you say what I__ thinking. That thing.___h,_ Bryan began, __ suppose it comes from years of having to read your mind to figure out what was going on in there._ He folded his arms across his chest. __our turn.