Jill Shalvis Quotes

He Turned Her Ninety Degrees. "To Get Back To The Ranger Station And Your Car, You Want To Go Southwest," He Said.

Right. She Knew That, And She Stalked Off In The Correct Direction.

"Watch Out For Bears," Matt Called After Her.

"Yeah, Okay," She Muttered, "and I'll Also Keep An Eye Out For The Tooth Fairy."

"Three O'clock."

Amy Craned Her Neck And Froze. Oh Sweet Baby Jesus, There Really Was A Bear At Three O'clock. Enjoying The Last Of The Sun, He Was Big, Brown And Shaggy, And Big. He Lay Flat On His Back, His Huge Paws In The Air As He Stretched, Confident That He Sat At The Top Of The Food Chain. "Holy Shit," She Whispered, Every Discovery Channel Bear Mauling She'd Ever Seen Flashing In Her Mind. She Backed Up A Step, And Then Another, Until She Bumped Into A Brick Wall And Nearly Screamed.

"Just A Brown Bear," Said The Brick Wall That Was Matt.

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