Andrea Hurst

When someone loves you, they always think you're beautiful. Those who don't see your beauty can't really see you at all.

Like a white knight in a station wagon, he drove out of her life.

To know true love, even though it was impossible to keep, had finally cracked her heart open enough to let someone else in.

Wolves mated for life. Where was he? Where was the echo to her howl, her mate? Was there no other lone wolf, searching the hills for her?

It was 2:00 p.m., too early for wine but not for chocolate.