Feb 8, 2016

Romance in the air... literally

Stuffing her change in her pocket, she turned and saw Nathan.  He was holding a big orange balloon. 
"Goes with your outfit," he told her, then gently looped the string around her wrist.

 She was going to cry. Jackie felt the tears well up. It was only a ball of colorful rubber held by a string, she knew. But as symbols went, it was the best. She knew that when the air had finally escaped she would press the remains between the pages of a book as sentimentally as she would a rose.

 "Thanks," she managed, then dutifully handed him the ice cream before she threw her arms around him.

 He held her close, trying not to show the awkwardness he was suddenly feeling. How did a man deal with a woman who cried over a balloon? He'd expected her to laugh. Kissing her temple, he reminded himself that she rarely did the expected.

 "You're welcome."

Loving Jack


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A Bouquet of Balloons To Brighten Your Day


"Would you care for a balloon?" His voice took on a formal note.
"Yes, thank you," she returned in a matching tone. "A blue one."
The next two hours were the most carefree Foxy had spent since she had begun her social duties as Mrs. Lance Matthews.

The Heart's Victory

Feb 7, 2016

Why Do We Laugh When We’re Scared?

Jackie slammed both hands over her mouth as she gasped and choked. 
"I thought you were six men with homicidal intentions. 
One of you had a scar, and the little one had a face like a weasel."

 "So naturally you came down to beat us all off with a souffle pan."

 "Not exactly." Still giggling, she propped herself against the counter. 

"I'm sorry, I always laugh when I'm terrified."

 "Who doesn't?"

Loving Jack


We usually think of laughter as being a response to pleasure or amusement—we’re supposed to laugh when we find something funny, not scary. So why do we laugh when we’re scared? 
It turns out scientists still aren’t sure what makes us laugh in seemingly inappropriate contexts—though they have some pretty compelling ideas.

Feb 5, 2016

Think proposing is easy? Think again or ask Rafe, Holt... AND Clooney

He got down on his knees.
"What are you doing?"
"Just keep quiet," he warned her. "And if you laugh, you pay."
Mortified, he swore under his breath, dragged a hand through his hair. And bit the bullet.
"'When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee.'"
"Don't interrupt me." Miserably embarrassed, he glared at her.
"Now I have to start over."
"But you don't have to—"
She drew in a breath, wondered if there was another woman in the world who had ever had Shelley quoted to her with eyes that threatened murder. "Sorry. You were saying?"
He shifted his weight. "Okay. 'When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee / When the light rode high, and the dew was gone, and...' Oh, hell." He raked his fingers through his hair and tried to concentrate. "I got it. 'And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to her rest, lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee.'"

His breath came out on a huff of tremendous relief. "That's all I've got. It took me more than a week to memorize it. If you mention this to anyone—"

"I wouldn't dream of it." Incredibly moved, she laid a hand on his cheek. "That was very sweet of you."

"It kind of fits the way I feel about you." And now that it was over—thank God—it hadn't been as bad as he'd feared.

The Return of Rafe MacKade


George Clooney Reveals How He Proposed to Amal Clooney


“And I'll remind you of the night you asked me to marry you, when you gave me flowers and candlelight, then shouted at me and raged up and down the room, making me love you even more.”
“If that's all it takes, you'll be delirious about me by the time I'm sixty.”
“I already am.” She lowered her mouth to his.
“Suzanna.” He drew her closer, started to roll her under him, then swore. “It's your own fault,” he said as he nudged her aside.
“You were supposed to be sitting over there, dazed by my romantic abilities.” He fought to untangle his jeans and pull the jeweler's box from the pocket. “Then I was going to get down on one knee.”
Eyes wide, she stared at the box, then at him. “You were not.”
“Yes, I was. I was going to feel like an idiot, but I was going to do it You've got no one to blame but yourself that we're lying naked on the floor. Here.”
“You bought me a ring,” she whispered.
“There could be a frog in there for all you know.” Impatient with her, he flipped up the top himself. “I didn't want to give you diamonds.” He shrugged when she said nothing, only stared into the box.

Suzanna's Surrender