Denton Moving Quotes

Joe slipped his hand down to his holster, unbuckling his Glock. The metal felt cool, inviting, as though it had lain dormant for too long. He heard another snap, saw Denton’s hand move from his hip. Finally they were about to confront Henry Parker, and both of their safeties were off.

We needed to get in, out, and move the fuck on with our lives. Like a one-night stand with no fake phone number exchange afterward and no regrets. Mutual benefits followed by mutual disinterest.

In the 1990s, the preserve was renamed Joppa (pronounced Joppee) in honor of a freedman’s community that existed nearby. The community was established in the 1860s–’70s by former slaves emancipated during the Civil War, some of whom came from the nearby Miller Plantation. Interestingly, plantation owner William Brown Miller’s log cabin, which was at one point located in this area, has been moved and is now preserved in Dallas Heritage Village next to the historic Millermore Mansion. Today, the Joppa community still exists and, according to Preservation Dallas, is considered one of the last remaining freedman communities.

To help Jack through his painful last months, I moved into his home on Lake Dallas in Denton County, Texas. In the months that followed, Jack Adkisson and I would become the closest of friends. I did my best to take care of him and make his final days as pleasant as possible until he passed away in September of that year. I considered it a privilege to spend those last few months with a man I have always considered my life-long hero. Being by his side as he passed from this world was an experience that has touched my life in so many ways.

The old devil you refer to died almost a year ago,” Denny informed him. “The son’s inherited now. A good enough fellow.” “So the ladies report.” Portia flashed a wicked smile as she underscored Lord Kendall’s name in her book. “He’s quite a favorite with the widows, you know. Oh, Mr. Denton, do invite him for dinner!” “Can’t. He’s not in residence at Corbinsdale. Never is, this time of year.” “Pity,” said Brooke dryly. “Indeed,” Portia sighed. “My list is back to one.” “Leave him alone.” Cursing her unthinking response, Cecily added, “Lord Kendall, I mean. And do put away your list. Denny was about to tell his story.” Luke moved to the edge of his armchair. Those cold, dark eyes held her captive as he posed a succinct, incisive question. “Jealous, Cecy?” Cecy. No one had called her that in years. Not since that last night before he’d left, when he’d wound a strand of her hair about his finger and leaned in close, with that arrogant, devastating smile teasing one corner of his mouth. Won’t you miss me, Cecy? Four years later, and her blood still responded just as fiercely as it had that night, pounding in her heart and pushing a hot blush to her throat. She had missed him. She missed him still. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, deliberately misunderstanding him. “Why should I be jealous of Lord Kendall?” “Yes, how absurd.” Portia gave a throaty laugh. “Everyone knows Cecily’s going to marry Denny.” Lifting his tumbler of whiskey, Luke retreated into the shadows. “Do they?” Was it disappointment she detected in his voice? Or merely boredom? And for heaven’s sake, why couldn’t she simply forbid herself to care? “Denny,

An intriguing aspect of the causal sequence exhibited in the tectonic system is that the subsystems that keep the whole causal chain moving are reciprocally self-formative.