Loving my son, building my son, touching my son, playing with my son, being with my son_ these aren__ tasks that only super dads can perform. These are tasks that every dad should perform. Always. Without fail.

She'd taken ten years off his life, frightening him the way she had, and now he'd easily subtracted another ten by kissing her. If he spent much more time with Jenna Campbell, he'd be dead inside a week.

By the time they arrived, the snow was coming down fast...."It's beautiful," she said, pausing outside the door. She thrust out her hands and let the snow land on her palms."Yes, yes..." Reid seemed in a mighty big hurry to get her inside."How long did you say the storm would last?" she asked, thinking it would be so beautiful. The snow -- not being trapped with Reid Jamison.Reid hesitated. "Longer than either of us is going to like," he muttered, looking miserable.Jenna was afraid of that.

Pete's a good guy.""He just slept with my mother!""I didn't say he was perfect.

You do this often?" she asked."Drink or hijack women?

There is one kind of laugh that I always did recommend; it looks out of the eye first with a merry twinkle, then it creeps down on its hands and knees and plays around the mouth like a pretty moth around the blaze of a candle, then it steals over into the dimples of the cheeks and rides around in those whirlpools for a while, then it lights up the whole face like the mellow bloom on a damask rose, then it swims up on the air, with a peal as clear and as happy as a dinner-bell, then it goes back again on gold tiptoes like an angel out for an airing, and it lies down on its little bed of violets in the heart where it came from.