Rising Tides

There was nothing like a Saturday - unless it was the Saturday leading up to the last week of school and into summer vacation. That of course was all the Saturdays of your life rolled into one big shiny ball.

If you take your time about things, you end up with the best at the end of the day." He buried his face in her hair, wanting the scent and the texture. "Now, I've got the best. Good, solid stoneware.

He'd learned quickly enough that when you cooked for a family, everybody was a critic.

He loved his job. What was advertising, anyway, but a knowledge of people and of which buttons to push to nudge them into opening their wallets? It was, he often though, an accepted, creative, even expected twist on picking those wallets. For a man who had spent the first half of his life as a thief, it was the perfect career.

He loved his job. What was advertising, anyway, but a knowledge of people and of which buttons to push to nudge them into opening their wallets? It was, he often thought, an accepted, creative, even expected twist on picking those wallets. For a man who had spent the first half of his life as a thief, it was the perfect career.

It is easy to be brave when you have a child depending on you.

the water. They worked in tandem, and in near silence, communicating with grunts, shrugs, and the occasional oath. The work was a comfort, since the crabs were plentiful. There were years when they weren’t, years when it seemed the winter had killed them off or the waters would never warm up enough to tempt them to swim. In those years, the watermen suffered. Unless they had another source of income. Ethan intended to have one, building boats. The first boat by Quinn was nearly finished. And a little beauty it was, Ethan thought. Cameron had a second client on the line—some rich guy from Cam’s racing days—so they would start another before long. Ethan never doubted that his brother would reel the money in. They’d do it, he told himself, however

There were only two men in her life she had ever really loved. It seemed neither of them could want her as she needed them to want her.

Doing it right, is more important than doing it fast." "I can do it fast and right.

Everything she’d ever read about love was true, she discovered. The sun shined brighter, the air smelled fresher. Flowers were more colorful, the songs of birds more musical.

Fate takes its own sweet time, but it always finds a way.

Women make a man want to shoot himself in the head and be done with it.

When people break your heart, pride’s all you’ve got left.

When people break your heart, pride’s all you’ve got left. And pride, could turn cold and bitter without heart.

People like to say they’ve given somebody a choice when what they’re really saying is ‘do this my way’.