Quotes About Comfort

You don't have to be there to be there.

There was an air of satisfaction to the house at the end of the day. Maybe the day hadn't gone exactly right, but the day had been lived and the house had been there for its family.

I woke up wrapped in Ranger's arms, our legs entwined, my face snuggled into his neck. He smelled nice, and he felt even better . . . warm and friendly. I enjoyed it for a moment before reality took hold.

He slid an arm around me and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his chest, and he nuzzled my hair and kissed me just above the ear.

Whoever thought a naked beach was a good idea never sat in one.

Ranger hung my bag on my shoulder and looked at me. "Are you okay with all this?" "Actually, I feel like throwing up a lot." "It's the doughnuts." "It's my life.

They were actually sitting at a table, like two old friends, not like the hunter and the hunted. And it wasn't especially awkward. They were comfortable together, despite the fact that she'd hit him with a bus. Maybe his scheme would work.

My feeling on rain is that it should only occur at night when people are sleeping. At night, rain is cozy. During the day, rain is a pain in the gumpy.

was pulled out of the water and wrapped in a blanket. Someone removed the cuffs. Ranger held me tight against him, his cheek against mine. "You're okay," he said. "You're safe.

Ranger slung an arm around me and hugged me into him, and I could feel him laughing.

Babe," Ranger said, wrapping his arms around me, gathering me close to him.

Pretty," he said. "The wine?" "You." I was wearing a white T-shirt and striped pajama bottoms with a drawstring waist. My feet were bare and my hair was down and disorderly. "This would be perfect if we were in my apartment and not yours, and you were spending the night," he said.

Probably Ranger wouldn't even mind that I was here. After all, he's slept in my bed and used my shower. Of course, I was in them at the time.

Her concept of paradise was something more immediate: a book and a blanket beneath a tree, where she might read in peace.

You could always count on melted cheese to have a calming effect.

I wasn't afraid of the dark, but I wasn't in love with it either. Well, okay, I was afraid of the dark.

A half hour later I was back in the very same parking space, feeling much more comfortable and twice as bored. I'd brought a book back with me, but it was hard to read and sweat at the same time, and sweating took precedence.

Ranger raised my bruised and bloody wrist to his mouth and kissed it.

I couldn't imagine the table not being there. The refrigerator and the stove got changed out, but the table remained. It was the heart of the kitchen, and the kitchen was the heart of the house.

Ranger raised my bruised and bloody wrist to his mouth and kissed it. "I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but there

He had one foot on the floor, one foot hanging over the armrest, and Carl was sleeping on his chest. It was endearing

Lula got into line, and I relaxed in Ranger's Mercedes. Vlatko was out of the picture. Ranger was safe. I was wearing my own underwear. Life was good.

so I pulled the scrunchie off my ponytail.

You can trust a woman who likes s'mores," I said. "It's the gooey factor.