We have two American flags always: one for the rich and one for the poor. When the rich fly it means that things are under control; when the poor fly it means danger, revolution, anarchy.

It was a bright, defrosted, pussy-willow day at the onset of spring, and the newlyweds were driving cross-country in a large roast turkey.

And I'm going to hold on to what little I have, because I'm too insignificant to conquer the world.

—Un cerrojo. Por Dios, Ben, tú sí que sabes cómo volver loca a una mujer. —Sí, la verdad es que tengo un don. Tess sonrió mientras lo besaba. —Lo guardaré mientras viva. Si no abultara tanto, lo llevaría siempre junto al corazón.

Written By Nora Roberts

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