And One Wore Gray Quotes

“I love you, Callie. The war is over, but”—He smiled, a crooked, rueful, tender smile—“my life is just beginning,” he told her.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Oh, Daniel!” she whispered softly. “I am so sorry!” He pressed his finger to her lips. “Hush. I am not, Callie.” His finger rimmed her lips. “I’ve a son to raise, a daughter to see. Oh, Callie!”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Don’t look at me like that!” he ordered her. He jerked her close against him. “It’s you, Callie, always you! From the beginning. You wouldn’t look at me because you had to have Michaelson! Well, lady, place that at your feet too. No battle killed him.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Can’t talk sense into Yankees, and can’t knock it into them, either!” Daniel complained. “I’m going to knock some into you, little brother, when this is over,” Jesse warned him.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Let’s pretend,” she whispered softly. “Let’s pretend that you love me. That you crave this night before you ride away to war. That you will hold me into the darkness, and into the light. That my name will be upon your lips when you fight a thousand battles. Daniel, let’s pretend …”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Let’s pretend that I am a soldier, going off to your own cause. That you will pine away the hours that I am gone. That you will love me now with all your heart and soul, touch me to remember me, in all the long days that will come to pass.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“All right, then. Your name, young woman.” “Calliope McCauley Michaelson.” Daniel swung around and stared at her. Flannery began flipping the pages in his book. “Calliope?” Daniel whispered. She shrugged. “My father was very fond of the circus.” He was smirking. She was about to get married, and the groom was smirking.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Callie stared at Daniel. “Bastard!” she hissed. He smiled serenely. His grip was still upon her and he pulled her close, whispering. “The bastard you are about to promise to love, honor, and obey.” “I don’t love you.” “I’m merely shooting for two out of three, and the last two will do nicely.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“One more thing, Callie,” he called after her. He was stripping off his dirty frock coat, watching her. “What?” “I don’t call any man property—you know that we freed all of our slaves.” “Yes, you told me.” He smiled. “Well, I just want you to know that I do consider a wife a man’s property. You’ll be mine.” “We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” Callie said sweetly in reply.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“I don’t care to marry you.” The box went flying onto the bed. She shivered as he strode across the room to glare down at her. “What the hell do you mean, no?” “I mean ‘no.’ You haven’t even asked me. You’re rude and obnoxious. I hate you. You are truly—” “A Rebel rodent?” “Precisely,” she said pleasantly. “Why should I marry you?” “Because you have borne my son out of wedlock, madam, and because of him, I am willing to marry you.” “Well, I’m not willing to marry you.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“What the hell are you doing?” “Trying to sleep.” “Why are you over there?” “Because I don’t care to sleep that close to you!” He arched a brow. “Oh, I see. Fickle. Eat my pie, but eschew my bed!” He was laughing at her, she thought. She turned her back on him, stretching out to try to sleep again. He sighed. “Get over here, Callie.” “I will not.” “Get over here.” “I will not sleep beside a bloody Reb who won’t even trust me!” “You’ve warned me that you’re a Yank through and through. I don’t dare trust you completely. Now, are you coming over here?” “No, I’m not!” He was on his feet, striding her way. She bolted warily to a sitting position. “Are you planning on apologizing?” she asked him. “No!” “Then I am not coming over!” “Give in, Callie.” “I will not. You give in.” “Hell no! I don’t give in. It’s all we Rebs have got.” “Well then, sir, we are at a statement, and no one wins!” He paused, directly above her. She shrieked out as he reached down and plucked her up into his arms. His hold was tight. His eyes were fierce. “No, Callie!” he corrected her as she stared at him, lips tight, body tense. “I win.” “Why the hell do you win?” “Because I’m bigger. And stronger. And because you’re going to sleep where I put you, that’s why!”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Watch it, Callie. The war has taught me lots of nasty habits. When I’m attacked, I attack back.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“He’s got so much drugs and alcohol in him right now that about the only thing I could order him to do and expect a response on would be to smile.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Once I mocked a man for words that I heard him whisper to you. No more. For Callie, I, too, will love you until my dying day!”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“I’ve no intention of harming you—or touching you, Mrs. Michaelson. But if the countryside is that packed with Yanks, then I will accept your gracious hospitality for the night. And since I dare not come near you, I’m going to go and lock myself in a room. And since I don’t want to lie awake all night wondering just where you are and what you’re doing, I’m taking the whiskey bottle. What a companion it will make!”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Don’t wait for him, angel. Not unless he can do better than that.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Really, Mrs. Michaelson, I have been attacked by swords and cannons and guns, but I am weary still, and haven’t the heart to defend myself from a soup ladle!”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Colonel, it seems to me that beneath the fabric, be it blue or gray, men do seem to be very much alike. I found nothing alarming about the act at all, and my dear Colonel, I must say, I hardly found you … dangerous.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Why, Mrs. Michaelson, just what are you afraid of? Me?”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Colonel?” Callie demanded, struggling fiercely. It was all to no avail. She was swept up into his arms, and he was striding across the room to the stairway. “Going to bed. For that good night’s sleep. And like it or not, Mrs. Michaelson, you’ll be sleeping right beside me.” Those blue eyes met hers once again. “Right beside me. You do owe me, Mrs. Michaelson. That’s the way I see it, my angel.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“What language for such a refined and sophisticated northern lass! And a beautiful one. Even more beautiful when you’re swearing away in such a ladylike manner!”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“And you ma’am, are pure sweetness and light!” He grinned slowly. He mocked her in return, but he was surprisingly, wickedly handsome.”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray

“Well, I have come back, angel. And I’m very anxious to pick up right where I left off. Let’s see, where was that? Your bedroom, I believe. Ah, that’s right. Your bed. And let’s see, just how were we situated?”
― Heather Graham, And One Wore Gray