Mary Luce személy
Idézetek
"I love you,” she said as she stared straight ahead.
"I love you, too.” He tucked her hair behind her ear and massaged her shoulders. “And, Mary … it’s all going to be okay. I promise.”
“They might not let us have her. Even if she wants us.”
"Why?”
"You know why. We’re not exactly ‘normal,’ Rhage.”
„Who is?”
ChapterForty-Nine
Rhage sagged in the driver’s seat. “Oh, my God, listen—we’re going to have to work on your education. There’s so much—have you seen Jaws?”
“No?”
He thrashed back against the headrest. “No! Oh, no, the humanity!”
As Bitty started to giggle, Rhage threw out a hand to Mary. “Hold me, I have to ask the big one.”
“I’m here for you, honey.”
Rhage looked into the rearview again. “Do you even know who John McClane is?”
“No?”
“Hans Gruber?”
“Um … no?”
“Maaaaaaaaaaaaary, hold me!”
Mary started laughing and shoving him back into position. “Drive the car!”
52. fejezet
She was the watch on his wrist, the roast beef when he was starving, and the pitcher of lemonade when he was thirsty. She was his chapel and his choir, the mountain range to his wanderlust, the library for his curiosity and every sunrise and sunset that ever was or would ever be.
With a single touch, she could chain his inner dragon, or make him come before he was even hard. She was all the power in the universe coalesced into a living, breathing thing, the miracle that he had been granted in spite of the fact that he had long been undeserving.
Quite simply, Mary was his life.
Yeah… even after all this time, he was still feelin' her.