Debra Anastasia Quotes & Sayings

I love her. So fucking much. I'm going to give her everything. Everything she never even knew she needed. — Debra Anastasia

LIVIA DIDN'T IMMEDIATELY REMEMBER the details of the night before when she woke in her bed. Her blanket had been arranged around her. As she sat up, she noticed little paper-napkin roses tucked among her belongings. Blake.
He'd even given Teddy a spiffy bow tie. He must have taken a whole stack of napkins from The Launch Pad, and the sunlight trickling in her window explained his absence. His fancy clothes were folded neatly on the end of her bed. The prince was the one to run out of time in this Cinderella story. — Debra Anastasia

This place's a festering whore's crotch. Do I own it? — Debra Anastasia

Tell me I'm enough for you," he demanded. "Can you be with me even though I'm so wrong?" She was satin and warmth. The way she squeezed, he was desperate to move, pound, inject her.
She looked at him. "This is. You are. I can't do this any more if it's not with you. So please fuck me straight to hell. — Debra Anastasia

My inamorata, you know where I'll be: where I'll always be. Waiting. For you. — Debra Anastasia

Boom, baby. How you like me now?" Beckett wanted to stroke her hair, but it was a knotty, bloody mess. He felt proud.
She laughed. "Pretty damn good, I'll give you that."
"I love your laugh. I need more of it." He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. — Debra Anastasia

Cole had never been good with physical affection until her. Now his heart burned with their closeness - so much bigger and better than lust was this love. — Debra Anastasia

I know you can kill me. Just stop fighting for a goddamn second," he practically yelled. "You want to wall me out. Distance me. And I'm not going to let you. You can't get on the bike and go find Morales so you can cry to him." She growl-sobbed from under the helmet. Beckett switched his grip from her breasts to her wrists when she started punching him. "You can't be soft with him and hard with me. Are you safe there because you don't screw him? All of you. I married every part of you. I demand it now. This pain. This loss. We share it. You can hate me, you can hit me - but right now, as we mourn the loss of your father, we are together. — Debra Anastasia

My love, I'd volunteer to live a thousand lives if I got to spend any part of them with you. — Debra Anastasia

So, seeing as you know all the details already, can I count on you to be best man?" Cole watched fear creep over Blake's face. "The ceremony is at night," he added quickly.
"If Mr. Old Timey is still all jacked up from being a bullet catcher, we'll put it off," Kyle added.
Blake smiled and held his arms open to the female ball of fire. "I'll be fine, Kyle. I wouldn't want you to spend one extra day not married to Cole because of me."
Kyle hugged him carefully. "Your being well is one of the only things that could ever make me wait."
Blake answered Cole's question still hanging in the air. "I'd be honored to serve as your best man. — Debra Anastasia

I can tell you no one will touch him. Not now. The only person who's a danger to Blake is Blake. And maybe you. — Debra Anastasia

Eve started in on his jeans, obviously knowing he was commando as usual by grasping his penis and pulling it free without hesitation.
She went down on him hard. It was like she was punishing her mouth for wanting him as much as she did. Driving the car while Eve expertly handled his stick made him feel so powerful, he wanted to head butt the windshield. — Debra Anastasia

No. I wouldn't screw Duke with someone else's ten foot pole. — Debra Anastasia

She decided to talk to this man she admired, even though he was covered with intricate yarn knots and would not respond. "Mouse, you sexy bitch. You have a crossbow?" Eve pulled it out and examined it in the streetlight's gleam. "You hot piece of man." It was cocked and ready to fire.
"One last mission together, big guy. Let's go get 'em. — Debra Anastasia

A small lady moved on after greeting Livia to address the wedding couple. "Cole Bridge. Look at you!"
Cole's mouth dropped open. "Mrs. D?" After a shocked pause, he scooped her into a hug. "You're here?"
"Of course I am, sweetheart. Your wonderful wife delivered the invitation by hand. She insisted it be a surprise." Mrs. D rubbed Cole's arm.
Cole turned to Kyle. "Thank you so much. I didn't know you were going to do this."
Kyle nodded. "I know how much she means to you," she said. — Debra Anastasia

If you think I give a rat's ass about that cooler, you don't know me at all. Nothing I own is worth your pain."
Then, quietly, he took down one of his walls for her. "I know you. — Debra Anastasia

There is something about me, doll face. It's between my legs, and I do believe a few minutes ago you were praying to it. — Debra Anastasia

Being a monster hasn't saved anyone. She choked on her sob, gasping for air.
He pulled her into his arms, and she finally let herself be hugged. — Debra Anastasia

Do you know how many guys I've been with?" Kyle asked, meeting her eyes for just a moment. "So many. You know why? Because in that moment, just before you let them fuck you, you're the center of their universe. It lasts just seconds, but I like that feeling. I crave that feeling.
"This morning - last night? Whenever it was, standing in that church in front of him? I had that feeling. I was the center of his universe. And we had all our clothes on. That feeling lasted for hours." Kyle closed her eyes as if to transport herself back there. — Debra Anastasia

In his head Beckett put the two of them in a big snow globe with glitter that he could shake when he wanted them to fucking sparkle together. Perfect in their condo with a dog and a kid and glitter. — Debra Anastasia

We're here together. We'll get him back. I promise you," Eve said. "Merkin has no idea I'm with you. I've practiced killing for years, and tonight I'm going to use everything I've learned to save Cole. Do you believe me? — Debra Anastasia

I hope you know how rare a girl like Livia is."
Blake nodded, but said nothing.
"I've only met a few souls as crystal clear as hers," Bea continued. "One of them was my Aaron; we were married for sixty-two years.
Souls like that, my boy, are a gift. Cherish her."
"I will." Blake stood and gave Bea a formal bow only he could get away with. — Debra Anastasia

Blake laughed as Beckett set him back on the seat and pointed a thick finger at the organ. "You ass-f**k this bitch. Ass-f**k it." Beckett peeked over the balcony at Cole below. "Sorry, baby. I have too much dirty in me. — Debra Anastasia

She could sit around listening to her heart breaking, or she could go watch a grown man piss himself.
"How crossed are her eyes?" Dove asked.
Duke gave her the shit-eating grin of victory. "So fucking crossed that she can see herself change her mind. — Debra Anastasia

When she saw Blake staring at her over Beckett's shoulder, Livia stumbled a bit. His gaze was so intense. So Blake. Beckett kept her steady. She could feel his whole body smiling. — Debra Anastasia

It was as if the beach had gotten inside, changed how she weighed outcomes and causes. She leaned down and took her sandals off. This sand, so soft and white, was now her favorite pair of shoes. — Debra Anastasia

Livia kissed his chin. "Blake, I need you to do something for me. Will you do something for me?" Livia felt a little dirty about forcing him to agree before she told him how much she was asking.
"I'll do whatever you wish." Blake inclined his head in a solemn gesture.
"Will you walk in the sunlight if these are covering you?" Livia held out her sunshields.
Blake looked at the items. Then he nodded and took the mask.
Livia knew this was a risk. Hell, she was half sure she was delirious with lack of sleep and desperation. But she had an insatiable need to heal. I may lose him, but goddamn it, I have to try. — Debra Anastasia

I'm going to hell, Livia," he said.
"I'm going to hell for all three of us," Beckett said defiantly. Only now did he pull his hand away.
"I think you might be a better man than you give yourself credit for," Livia said, trying to catch his eye again. — Debra Anastasia

When your lips move, it makes me want to take my pants off right here. Beckett went in for a kiss. — Debra Anastasia

I know it doesn't make noise," he explained. "Going through the motions is comforting to me. I wish I had a real piano." The wistfulness in his tone was aching to hear.
"Did it used to have keys on it?" Livia asked.
"I did draw them once, but it was in pencil. No matter. My heart knows right where they are." He watched her as he tickled the pretend keys again. — Debra Anastasia

Are you leaving the rollers in on purpose? He was concerned again.
Dove bit her lip. Her womb wanted to hump his face. — Debra Anastasia

I see your young man has accompanied you today." Bea accepted Livia's hug with a gentle pat.
"He has. I'm so glad he gets to meet you." Livia held Bea's soft, delicate hand.
"I've noticed he always has his body angled toward yours," Bea reported seriously. "It's a good sign, my dear. I do believe you've found yourself a winner." She smiled. — Debra Anastasia

I prayed for you. Did you know that? Of course not. I've prayed for him to have someone like you since before we left foster care. Maybe it was a selfish prayer. I didn't want to have to worry about Blake out here. And now you are here - an answer to prayer - and I resent you, he said. His eyes held an ominous contempt that eerily reminded Livia of Eve the RoboBlonde. — Debra Anastasia

Dove held out a hand to Johnson, and he took it - not because they were fleeing a fire and not because she was holding a million dollars. He took her hand to wrap his fingers around hers.
His long, long fingers.
Her knees went a little watery. Johnson placed a hand on her lower back to steady her. Her ass went a little watery. The trip up her stairs took longer than Ulysses on his epic journey. Johnson took the keys from her hand and opened her door. — Debra Anastasia

Livia, I'm made of glass, but it only shows in the sun. I can't be caught in sunlight or everyone will know what I am. — Debra Anastasia

Actually, orders coming from me usually have motherfucker attached to them. I just treated you like a tender great aunt. I'm not afraid of you, but I have respect, like I would for a twenty-three-foot alligator residing in the goddamn sewer. Nothing's killed you yet, and you've lived through a lot of shit. You want to be in my life? Then you'll have to contend with how big my balls are. Beckett sighed. — Debra Anastasia

That's because it was the right thing to do. You followed your heart, even though it might get broken. You let it lead you to the path. I've found my path, Dad. Blake's someone I'll never regret. I can't promise how it'll turn out, but my heart can't make any other choice. — Debra Anastasia

Thank fucking God. Christ, sorry about praying with "fucking." Shit! Sorry about saying "Christ!" Shut up, Dove. God hates you. — Debra Anastasia

He knew now that he was going to die. But he had one last mission from Beckett. I have to finish this.
The man leaned in close, and Mouse jabbed his arm out and up, thrilled to see the speed his hand provided for his final act as Beckett's bodyguard.
All three were dead. I did it, Beckett. I saved your brother. — Debra Anastasia

Shannon looked at the dumpy ruins around her. It was expansive and disgusting, but like a dog dump with a lace doily draped over it, there was beauty to be found — Debra Anastasia

Okay, just a heads-up. It's definitely not good to put any fruits or plant life near your genitals. He made a V with his hands and formed his own pretend vagina in front of his pants. — Debra Anastasia

How did I do that to her? Her? Punching trees and screaming? She must have been terrified.
Soon his hands would heal, so he might forget the pain he'd caused her. He'd left her in the woods. Left her. Watching her find her car and punch it with the same delicate hand she'd put so trustingly in his was too much. — Debra Anastasia

He kissed Kyle, checking to see that her eyes stayed sure and real. They did. Instead of saint and sinner, they were man and woman now. When Cole finally tasted her skin, the flavor was honeysuckle. Heaven was not something he had to die to enjoy. Kyle was here now. — Debra Anastasia

This is it, Beck. This is the hardest part of loving someone: not being with them when you want to be. It's so bad you can taste it. — Debra Anastasia

Don't put off happiness you can have today. Tomorrow is a hope, not a promise — Debra Anastasia

His dick was hard as a rock and his heart was as soft as pudding for this girl.
She was taking deep, unhurried breaths when he quietly did as she'd told him. I love you, Dove Glitch. — Debra Anastasia

Beckett, would you do me a favor? For my wedding?" Livia asked suddenly.
He nodded. "You know I'll do whatever you ask."
She looked over her shoulder and back to his face. "In a minute I'm going to faint away from lack of food. When I wake up, I would appreciate it if you were miles away on Eve's bike."
"You're going to crack your fucking head trying to pull a stunt like that." He ran his hand through his hair. "And I gave your dad my word. I don't want him to think that was all a ploy."
"You said anything. Come on, big guy, give me what I want." She looked at him hopefully. "I'll explain it all to my dad later. I promise."
Beckett leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Fine. You take good care of my brother. Tell them both I said goodbye. I can't do it. I'm a pussy. — Debra Anastasia

Captain Romance back there wants to inject himself into you like a vaccine. — Debra Anastasia

As they left, Eve watched him slide the coffee sleeve off the drink and put it in his pocket.
After they'd walked a few blocks, she questioned him. "Why'd you keep the sleeve?"
Blake pulled out the cardboard and looked down at it. "Just to remember I could do it."
Eve grabbed it from him quickly, ripped it in half, and threw it in a trashcan on the sidewalk. Blake held his hands up and gave her a What the hell? look.
"Don't tie your success to anything other than what's inside you." She stepped up to him and gently patted his heart. "You did this, Blake. You. Not the coffee, not me, not Livia. You did this. — Debra Anastasia

There. Now as long as I have my arm, I'll remember to stay away from Livia McHugh.
He rolled down the sleeve on his filthy shirt, covering the bloody, freshly tattooed word: Sorry. — Debra Anastasia

But as attractive as a tropical island alone with Eve might be, Beckett knew he could never go. He couldn't be that far from his brothers. What if one of them needed him? What if Eve's dad needed her? Family was family. — Debra Anastasia

Wakey-wakey, you sloppy, old whore. It's time to do you up. — Debra Anastasia

Kyle, will you come with me?" He whispered the words against her forehead between kisses. His hands traveled over her back as if the Bible were written in Braille on her sundress.
"I'm your shadow now, Cole. I'll be where you are." Kyle smiled, her eyes steady on his. — Debra Anastasia

The blood that pooled around the needle's point reminded him of the smears he'd made on his beautiful angel's face. He'd touched Livia with his craziness and left a mark. — Debra Anastasia

She watched with a crashing surge of pride as he reached up and pulled the mask off - he was in full sunlight. The orangey red light of the setting sun outlined him. Poughkeepsie's dusk set the mood. No matter how much Blake healed, Livia had a feeling nighttime would always be their favorite. He disappeared from view, but she knew he was strong. So much stronger so much sooner than she could ever have hoped. — Debra Anastasia

Livia leaped into the Escort and drove straight to Poughkeepsie Station, letting instinct and her internal Blake GPS be her guide. — Debra Anastasia

Next a big package was ransacked:inside, a pretty blue afghan. It overwhelmed her that in a store, thinking of his daughter, her father's impulse had been to wrap her in softness. — Debra Anastasia

Cole shut the bedroom door and gazed at Kyle. His eyes said he'd married his salvation, and Kyle knew what he meant. Two souls in need had finally found resolution with I do. — Debra Anastasia

He has a home, Cole. He has a permanent home in my heart. — Debra Anastasia

Your future will be full of smiles. I promise. — Debra Anastasia

Go home, talk about it together. Bake Christmas cookies and crap. Then tell me what you want to happen. Know that I'm yours. My loyalty, my soul is yours no matter what you decide. Crap, you can shoot me in the back, and I'll never want anything but to be around you hookers."
Blake stood and shook his head. "Nah, I don't need time. I appreciate the place in Hawaii, and it would be great to go to - maybe for a vacation sometime? But I'm here. I'm not leaving you. You're my family. — Debra Anastasia

Impossible is just the shit nobody's tried yet," Beckett shot back. "My balls are way too big not to hope for the best. — Debra Anastasia

I promise you, Cole Bridge, that in honor of the little child you once were, I will never forget that JB is a gift from God. I will honor his unique, gorgeous person with enough love for both him and the memory of a little boy who deserved so much more than he got, for as long as I live and beyond."
She kissed his lips.
"Amen."
He held her close and kissed her hard, her tears salty on both of their lips. "You are so much. I have no words."
"I know," she said. "I feel that way about you too. — Debra Anastasia

She'd made the best decision of her life when she convinced the easy-going David that, yes, he really did want to take her on a date. One year later they were inseparable.
He would make a patient, persistent father. He clearly adored Eve, but he also refused to put up with any of her drama. They solved their problems in quiet, respectful voices. Even Eve's father had seemed convinced that Eve and David would be together until they were old and forgetful. — Debra Anastasia

Livia reached out to touch Blake's lower back. She outlined a heart with her finger. I'm proud of you, no matter what happens here. — Debra Anastasia

Sometimes you can save someone's whole world just by smiling at them. Kindness is one of those things that has immense value to the person experiencing it. — Debra Anastasia

I don't have anything to pay you with now," Blake said, turning toward Chaos. "But just tell me how much, and I'll make sure this debt is paid."
Chaos shrugged. "Dude, I owe Beckett. Just let him know."
Blake nodded and stood. Of course. Everyone owes Beckett something. — Debra Anastasia

Blake held out a hand to Livia, who felt like she was cheating on an exam as she took it.
"I can't stop looking at you," he whispered. "The candlelight, the dress, the curls." He pressed a reverent kiss on her forehead.
Livia inhaled his cologne. Maybe he'd borrowed Cole's, and the warm scent made Blake a present begging to be opened. — Debra Anastasia

But Beckett never flinched. She felt his throat vibrate as he sighed her name with relief. He tilted his head back until it rested on hers.
"Don't ever die in my head again. Please, never again," he told her, his voice raspy. — Debra Anastasia

But Blake infused hope in his music. Love was the only song he knew how to play. — Debra Anastasia

His heart overflowed with good intentions but his fists felt best covered in blood. — Debra Anastasia

Cole had made this commitment to save Beckett from hell. So he had to keep it, no matter how endlessly his soul cried in the corner of the church, begging and reaching for Kyle. At that moment he'd built a wall between her soul and his. Confusion turned to anger, which turned to panic as Kyle tried desperately to bring him back, to reconnect.
She tried to kiss the truth out of him, but he turned his head and held her at bay. She fell to her knees, but he just shook his head. His future was predetermined. Even if banishing this newborn love sliced his heart in half, it had to be done. — Debra Anastasia

We better get over to Beckett's if you want to see how my day goes - before his crowd gets too raunchy." Blake stood up and held out his hand.
"It's eight thirty in the morning. How raunchy could they be?"
Livia wondered what, exactly, Beckett did for a living. Her question was soon answered. Everything bad. — Debra Anastasia

Cole quickly shook his head. "Blake, you're looking great," he said instead.
Blake nodded. "Livia wouldn't have it any other way. — Debra Anastasia

You're not the guy at the train station. You're my Blake. — Debra Anastasia

I present Mr. and Mrs. Cole Bridge. You may kiss the bride." Father Callahan gave Cole a nod of approval.
Cole faced Kyle and wrapped her in his arms. He pulled her off her feet and closer to his face. Livia and Blake were the only ones close enough to hear Cole's private vows.
He kissed her once, gently and almost chastely. "For our past."
Cole kissed her again, just a breath of a kiss, lightly touching her lips. "For today."
The last kiss was deeper, but still maintained church decorum. It was the intimacy in his gaze that made the guests feel voyeuristic. "For the rest of our lives," he said softly as he set her back on her feet. — Debra Anastasia

He stepped close to her; she could feel his breath on her neck. "Eve, you make me not want to die."
She turned to see his face. "I didn't want to be this, and now it's all I am."
He put his hands on her cheeks. The look on his face did her in. He was kind, caring, and mourning her losses. Tears wet his cheeks. Eve felt a very deep sob choke her. If he was mourning, so could she.
He pulled her into his arms. "Cry. It's okay. Cry."
Eve felt her knees give. He caught her and carried her to his couch. He petted her hair and let her empty her pain and guilt onto his chest. He kissed the top of her head. For the first time, his actions toward her seemed to have no sexual intent whatsoever.
Eve let go of a rope she'd clung to for too long. And she fell. She fell right into him. Wrong or right, she gave up judging. Her lips found his, and he kissed her gently, not demanding any more than she was willing to offer. — Debra Anastasia

Your nipples are like Novocain."
"You're at a distinct advantage because I have no idea what controlled substance your nipples are like." He ran his tongue across his top teeth. — Debra Anastasia

He paused until she locked eyes with him. "Count, Livia. Count out loud when you come for me."
"Two, oh, three, God, oh, God."
"Screw the biting. Just please, just more," she begged.
"Biting is next," he said.
By the time he was nibbling circles, she was counting again. "Four - your hands, use your hands."
"Five ... six ... seven. I'm never going to stop ... " She was almost panicked in her frenzy. — Debra Anastasia

There isn't a single spot I'll miss tonight, my wife." Blake pulled her against him, tilting her head until he could kiss her again. His fingers and lips made her moan. He placed a hand on her stomach and the other behind her neck. "How many times can I make you come before you can't take it anymore?"
"I think we might have one to count already."
"Really? Just from talking? Imagine what'll happen when you feel my tongue inside you." Blake backed her up against the bed.
"Get on the bed, Livia. That lingerie is about to be a very pretty necklace. — Debra Anastasia

Don't pray to me. Don't pray to me!" Kyle said, alarmed. "We're in this together. I've done things wrong too. We're human, Cole. We'll still make mistakes, but now we'll always have each other to hold when it hurts." Kyle's eyes filled with tears. — Debra Anastasia

Blake sat down as well, facing her. The moon now claimed the sky as hers, surfacing slowly over the trees. Blake tested her hand-drawn keys, and in his head he heard a full piano play his heart out loud for her.
Livia clapped when he was done. She put her hand behind his head and pulled his lips close. "I think I heard it," she whispered before kissing him. — Debra Anastasia

You sure we don't have to stop and register your beaver with the police as a deadly weapon? He laughed at his own comment. — Debra Anastasia

How can it be wrong? Love picks the right path, not the one of least resistance. — Debra Anastasia

Do you have to use the ladies' room or something?" Livia asked.
"No. No, I don't. I just can't wait. I'm having all sorts of problems with the waiting."
Livia knew her sister's secret would bubble out of her soon.
Cole put a hand on Kyle's shoulder. "You wanted to wait, remember? Tell her if you can't stand it anymore."
At that, Kyle exploded. She waved her sparkling left hand in front of her. "Oh my God! I'm engaged! I'm marrying Cole! — Debra Anastasia

Blake took her face in his hands. You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go. — Debra Anastasia

Remember two eighty-six. Livia now counted on the same sort of feverish, rain-soaked determination that had driven Blake to the train station for smile number two hundred eighty-six. Please be there. He has to be there. — Debra Anastasia

When she was this wild, he was a monster for her. He bruised her, took her blows, and fought to give her the pleasure she made him earn. — Debra Anastasia

A couple weeks later Blake worked up to walking to the coffee shop by himself - and most other places too. Eve had watched from behind a tree the afternoon she found him sitting on the patio, just basking in the sun. That very night Blake had proposed to Livia with their great-grandmother's ring. And Livia had said yes. — Debra Anastasia

His breath was a sucking gasp that sounded more like a draining tub than a man filling his lungs with air. Then she heard him form the words "Play dead."
So Livia did. She closed her eyes as much as she dared. She could still see outlines through her lashes. She squeezed her hands against Blake's chest. Hold on, Blake. Stay with me. — Debra Anastasia

Dove tried to take her mind away from his man meat, but it was like her brain was paralyzed by dick osmosis. Johnson's feet were big, which meant ...
He has a monster cock. — Debra Anastasia

She's braver than she needs to be," he continued. "Maybe, just maybe, she could be the one. — Debra Anastasia

Chris reached for the button to raise the window, as if a thin layer of glass could ever protect him from Beckett. — Debra Anastasia

Me? I want you to be sure." he said.
"You," Livia whispered.
"Me." His eyes were full of intent.
"Always you." Livia gave him her biggest, heartfelt smile.
"Five hundred." Blake touched her face as if she might be a mirage and smiled back only when she didn't disappear. — Debra Anastasia

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a ceremony celebrating Blake Hartt and Livia McHugh. Today is not the start of their lives together. It will mark the day we all stood, clapped, and gave good wishes. But their fates were destined for each other long before they even met. True love, the kind that lasts forever, is very rare indeed. It takes compromise, continued growth, and trust."
Cole paused to look from Blake to Livia and back again. "Livia and Blake have a head start on all those things," he continued. "Time has tested them already, asking a fresh love to face terrifying and life-changing tasks. These two had to find and hold onto their love, even when it felt like all was lost. — Debra Anastasia

Eve commanded her hostage to open the door and look calm. She didn't turn around again, but Beckett knew what she'd done. She'd crossed some line she'd drawn for herself. She'd said his name, kissed him, and saved him.
She'd done what he couldn't do for himself. — Debra Anastasia

Why can I not stop talking? Livia watched as Cole set the dripping candles on a small table. If I die of embarrassment, they can have my funeral right here. — Debra Anastasia

You're so real. You have a bedroom and a brush. All the times I waited for you, I could never picture where you came from - what had made you so extraordinarily different. But you made you different." Blake ran his hand along his neck, smiling shyly in her direction.
"There are a million girls just like me." Livia almost hated to point that out.
"No. There's only you." Blake looked away from her and squinted into the sun.
Look at him looking into the sunlight! — Debra Anastasia

But as he spent more time with Livia and talked to her about what she was learning, he came to feel confident that she saw him only as her soulmate and never as a potential patient. She wanted to help him and just happened to have an above-average knowledge of how to do so. — Debra Anastasia

We're going to find your hobo. We're going to work hard - work nights. Liv, we're going to put our balls into it." She hugged her tightly.
"When did we get balls?" Livia loved her ridiculous sister.
"Just now. — Debra Anastasia