"...and when he thought about the way she laughed, as though she owned the air around her, his heart thundered inside his chest, a lonely rada."

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I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, solid and sure.....he reads me so well. He's known about my emotional empathy since we were children. Nothing disturbs him...Few can lie to me... I don't know the truth, only that there is a lie. It takes a scrupulously honest man to love me. That's my Sean. We learned to trust each other completely before we were old enough to have learned suspicion.

— Karen Marie Moning