jaguars

You should've mentioned you were bringing a beautiful woman. I would've combed my hair.

I could shoot you in the foot.""Please do. At least then I wouldn't have to endure this sock humiliation any longer.

He brought up both hands to hold my face. "I would die for you, Isabelle.""No." I shook my head. "Live for me.

The wolf demands her mate. But the woman loathes the man.

Now she could smell what the jaguar could smell, odors deeper and richer than anything she had experienced before, layers of smell she could read like Fray Tomás had read the words in her father__ book: the wet decay of leaves, the death fear of a mouse, the poisonous cloy of datura, water and mud and insects, the wind carrying the smell of other animals, the wind itself, and the girl, of course, always the girl with her juicy flesh. The girl smelled incredibly good. Should the jaguar do this? Should Teresa eat herself?

He rested his head on top of mine and whispered, "I'm warning you now. I'm a horrible patient." I smiled in spite of myself and pulled back. "Of course you are. That's why you're a doctor.