A bakery box held four small French pastries.
A form melted from the shadows before her, and she held her breath.
A hand held mask covered her face.
A rhinestone barrette held her hair in a messy updo.
A short time later, she sagged against the toilet, ignoring Pierre as he tsked and held her hair.
A smile escaped despite Jenn's wariness, and the model held out a manicured hand.
A'Ran held out his arm as well, saying, "I agree."
Absent one of those gizmos to see around corners or a newspaper with a hole in it to held high like all the really cool spies do, Dean tried the direct approach.
Across the room, Darkyn held the tension of a taut rubber band.
After a moment, she stepped forward and held out her hands to Destiny.
After all these years, he still held regrets.
Alex dragged the chair to the table and held it for Carmen.
Alex held a chair for Lori, and Josh glanced uncomfortably at Carmen, running a hand through unruly red hair as he spoke under his breath in a sarcastic tone.
Alex held his arms out to Destiny.
Alex held out a hand and smiled.
Alex tried to disentangle Destiny, but she held on tight and started to whine.
All eyes were on him as he held the infant in front of him, one hand under her body and the other supporting her head.
All my dreams and longings have come to fruition in a single instant when dearest Joshua held me close and my world was sunshine.
And then, his face as she held his hand; he was trying to convey something.
Andre was rendered dead-dead while Rhyn was stuck in Hell, killed by the same brother who held Rhyn prisoner.
Another held him accountable, with remorse causing him to take his own life.
Arnie held out his fist to her without opening it.
As if sensing her fear, Darkyn held out his hand once more.
As Jackson approached, Claudia held her mask back to her face.
As soon as she hung up, she held Dean close.
As they neared the car, he held the keys up to her.
At first she said nothing but when he tried to rise, she grabbed his wrist and held it, her long nails cutting into his flesh.
Before Jackson could reach her, she had grabbed Cassandra by the throat from mid-air and held her above her head.
Betsy held my hand, sensing the fear in my voice as I spoke.
Betsy returned to the room and I held my hand over the phone and turned to her.
Bianca held her breath and waited, able to feel the tension between them even with her eyes closed until he spoke again.
But he realized Fitzgerald held the upper hand—at least for the present.
By the time he neared the woman, she'd crossed the intersection where the water fight would be held later, and was passing the bank in the heart of town.
Carmen held the gate open as the old truck sputtered through - and then died.
Connor held her shoulders.
Connor held Sarah, her face buried in his chest.
Connor passed out the champagne, and held up his glass.
Connor still held the camera, recording the action.
Cringing, she held out her hand.
Cynthia dropped the bundle on the sofa and held the dress up in front of the woman.
Cynthia dropped to the couch and held the cool rag to her face as a new wave of nausea clutched her stomach.
Cynthia held her young charge tightly about the shoulders.
Cynthia just shook her head, not answering, until Dean held her at arm's length and insisted on a response.
Cynthia looked about to cry, but her anger held her tears in check, at least until they were back in bed.
Cynthia released the tears she'd held in check.
Damian held out his hand to her.
Damian wrapped his arm around her and held her close for a moment, torn between thoughts of her naked and thoughts of his brother's death.
Darian began to cry, and she held him tighter.
Darian held his head, and she wrapped her arms around him, wishing she could protect him from the dark memories breaking free.
Darian held out his as well, and Jule took both their hands, at once bombarded with Bianca's cool energy and Darian's hot energy.
Darian held up his hand and stared at it.
Darkyn held out a hand to her.
Dean considered pointing out that Annie's reference to their "shared secret" didn't seem to refer to a pastoral hug, but held his tongue.
Dean held back the door and Fitzgerald brushed past him, turning into the parlor where most of the Bird Song guests were gathered.
Dean held his wife closely, expecting more tears, but they didn't come.
Dean held the door for him and he entered.
Dean held the key in his hand and glanced at the check.
Dean moved close enough to bump Fitzgerald but held his temper.
Dean remembered Shipton's luggage and the container that held the rope.
Dean simply held out his hand.
Dean stood up and held her close so she couldn't see his cheering smile.
Dean took his wife's hand and pulled her to her feet and held her until her sobbing subsided.
Dean wanted to say the obvious—that the location was her suggestion—but held back.
Dean wasn't anxious for Westlake to pursue the conversation and was relieved that the subject apparently held no interest for him.
Death held out her hand, and an hourglass with black sand appeared in her palm.
Deidre held her breath and hoped her heartbeat wasn't as loud to him as it was to her.
Deidre held his gaze, heart quick but calm in her decision.
Deidre held his gaze, wishing she knew the right answer to anything.
Deidre held no warmth at all for Darkyn, but she could understand that the girl didn't belong in this mess.
Deidre let the tears fall that she'd held back.
Deidre rose and held out her hand.
Deidre slumped and held her head up with her hands.
Deidre sucked in a breath and held it, squeezing her eyes closed.
Destiny had finally reached the point that she would tolerate being held by Lori, but after a few minutes she was ready to get down or go to Alex, Carmen or Jonathan.
Dr. Bell gave her a down pillow, which she held against her to increase the vibrations.
Edith Shipton took the garment and held it against herself.
Elisabeth held her head in her hands, slowly shaking it.
Elisabeth held his face in her hands.
Elisabeth held the first page in her hand and printed across the top read, 'God's Promise Unfolding'.
Elisabeth stood up, but Jackson held her arm.
Elise held out a meal bar, which Lana accepted.
Even his voice held a mocking note.
Fascinated by the texture of his palm, she took and held his hand up until she was able to see the roughness of his calloused palm.
Feeding was so wrapped up in sexuality for him that men held no appeal.
Felipa took her from his arms and held her.
Five more grabbed Sarah, and two held Connor.
For a long moment they held each other, lost in a sweet moment of oneness.
For a moment he held her, looking down at her face.
For a moment he held Zach, body in one hand and head cradled in the other.
For a moment they held each other and kissed.
For once, she hadn't corrected his English, only nodded once more and held out her arm for the bracelet.
Four of the music cabinets housed Jackson's works, the remaining two held other composers' music.
Fred held a large white handkerchief to his face.
Fred O'Connor reluctantly held out the century-old notebook.
Fred reached for the picture but Claire held on to it.
Fred reached in his shirt pocket and with a smile and a flourish, held out a check.
Fred scratched his head as he held up the skull for close examination.
Gabe's step slowed as he neared the man dressed in a white shirt held closed by two buttons and cream linen pants rolled to his knees, as if he'd been walking in the ocean.
Gabriel crossed to him and held out the healer.
Gabriel had held her on the beach.
Gabriel held her gaze a moment longer before his hands dropped, and he walked away.
Gabriel held out a vial he'd last seen in the hand of a furious Death.
Gabriel held the door open for Katie, who took the hint and walked out.
Gabriel held up his hand.
Gabriel's jaw ticked as held her gaze for a long moment.
Giddon held his hands out and the toddler hurled herself into his arms.
He approached Sarah and held her by the throat.
He bent down in front of her and held her shoulders.
He carried a white napkin upon his arm, and held the cup of wine very daintily with three of his fingers.
He could feel himself getting redder as the man spoke, but for once, he held his temper.
He couldn't forget the energy of the bond that tore through when he held her on the roof.
He didn't think he could do much worse, but the fact the Dark One held the key to something he might need to know was not promising.
He finally held her hand and gently kissed her knuckles.
He gathered the last of the eggs and placed them in the basket she held.
He gripped her wrists and held them behind her back.
He hadn't held a woman in too long, and he'd never held one for the sole purpose of comforting her.
He held a paper in his hand.
He held a phone to his ear.
He held Damian's ring in front of her face and then tucked it into her jeans.
He held her against him, his dark, spicy-sweet scent seizing her senses.
He held her another minute, resting his chin on her head.
He held her around her waist.
He held her at arm's length, forcing himself out of the cloud of desire tormenting him.
He held her by the shoulders, his stomach churning from her distress.
He held her close and breathed in her scent.
He held her close and whispered over and over, "I'm sorry."
He held her close as she wept softly into his chest.
He held her closer and whispered, "We are going to make a date for that when the peanut gallery isn't around."
He held her face in his hands and kissed her again, this time more urgently.
He held her face in his hands, searching her eyes.
He held her face in his hands.
He held her for a long moment, surprised to find her sorrow echoed in his breast at knowing she might choose to leave.
He held her for a moment then swept her up in his arms.
He held her for what seemed like minutes.
He held her gaze as he spoke.
He held her gaze for a moment too long before looking away.
He held her gaze without speaking.
He held her gaze, and she had the sense that he was looking beyond her, to her soul, examining it as only Death could.
He held her gaze, gauging her reaction.
He held her gaze, struck by the aura of power around her.
He held her hand and returned it to its proper place.
He held her hand as their pace continued to increase until they were moving at a speed unheard of in humans.
He held her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
He held her hand, noting that she felt warmer than usual.
He held her head in his hands, locked eyes with her and commanded, "Your favorite color is red."
He held her the whole time she slept.
He held her tightly and stroked her hair.
He held her while she wept, whispering, "He's going to get through this, just give him some time."
He held her without speaking, probably sensing there was little he could say to make her feel better.
He held his conversation to mundane chit-chat.
He held his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes, trying to make sense of something that defied all logic.
He held his hand out inviting her to sit at the piano.
He held his hands up and obeyed.
He held his head and leaned into her, struggling.
He held it closer to his light.
He held out a bottle of red water.
He held out a hand, and she hugged him instead of taking it.
He held out a hand, motioning toward the door.
He held out an arm she ignored, instead marching past him.
He held out his American Express.
He held out his arm towards a closed door leading to another corridor.
He held out his hand for the dog to sniff, but Nikolai nuzzled his nose into it instead.
He held out his hand to her, and when she accepted it, he pulled her close in a comforting embrace.
He held out his hand to shake.
He held out his hand, and Dusty clasped his wrist, allowing Damian to Travel them both to Tucson Sector HQ.
He held out his hand, and Lana held out her wrist.
He held out his hand, and Yully went to him.
He held out something to her.
He held the door open for Claudia and followed her into the room.
He held the items out for her examination.
He held the phone out to Lisa.
He held up a hand to Katie.
He held up a waist harness.
He held up Elisabeth's finger, "THIS happened to me."
He held up his arms as if giving benediction.
He held up his blood cocktail.
He held up his hand in a stopping gesture.
He held up his recently purchased room key as the two ice climbers waved good bye.
He held up the bottle and retreated to the bathroom.
He held up the hourglass in the space between them.
He held up the long syringe.
He held up the small white bone he'd found at the mine.
He hugged her, a darker thought crossing his mind as he held her and their child close.
He kept one hand, in which he clasped his tobacco pouch, inside the bosom of his dressing gown and held the stem of his pipe firmly with the other.
He lay with his arms behind his head and his eyes held a twinkle of humor that never reached his mouth.
He looked at the charm dangling from her necklace and held out his hand to her, palm up.
He never looked directly at her, but the way he held back branches was indication enough that he knew she was there and was thinking of her.
He noticed she held a sketchpad and was intently drawing–an artist?
He nudged her off him and onto her side then wrapped his arms around her and held her against him.
He plucked it out of Gabe's hands and held it up.
He pulled her close and held her.
He pulled his hands from behind his back and held them out to her.
He pulled off the compass and held it out.
He put his arms around her, held her close and spoke into her hair.
He reached in his pocket and unfolded a sheet of paper and held it out to Dean.
He reached into his pocket and held out his hand.
He released the healer whose arm he held.
He rose, held her hand, and led her to the looking glass.
He sat on the bed and held her hand.
He scampered across the lab to a fridge that held cold tools and bottles of mysterious serums, everything except what a normal person put in a fridge.
He shifted his hand to her neck and held her in place, placing his bloodied wrist against her lips.
He silently held her close for a moment.
He snatched her head with his other hand, then held her nose closed as she clamped her mouth shut.
He squatted down beside the bed and held her hands.
He stepped away and held his hand out.
He tried to turn and raise himself to a sitting position while pushing her away, but she held back his arm in a strong grip and locked a crooked arm about his neck.
He turned his attention back to Jackson and held his hands out.
He was cold where Andre was warm, and Wynn's direct gaze held no emotion.
He was peppered with questions from the rescuers, many of whom he recognized, but he held responses to a negative shake of his head and Billy Langstrom's name.
He went to her, held her close, and kissed her temple.
He wrapped her arm around her throat as he pulled her into his body and held her there with an arm across her chest.
Her face softened immediately, and she held her cheek to his.
Her gaze settled on Jade, whose dark eyes still held the fire of danger.
Her gaze settled on the statue of Rhyn, whose large eyes held an ominous look too old for his chubby little face.
Her gaze went to the general, who held tears in his eyes.
Her palms were sweating at the memories the beach house held.
Her shape was firm but lush and had fit in his arms with her shoulders settling between his when he'd held her outside of the house.
Her voice held resolve, but a hint of worry sat on her brow, so he hugged her.
His dark eyes held a glint of humor.
His eyes glowed turquoise, and he held a glass of wine in one hand.
His eyes held a glint of humor that never crossed his lips.
His eyes lingered on her face for a moment, and then he held out his hand.
His eyes twinkled and his voice held a touch of humor.
His face was excited as he held out the contents of his hands.
His gaze burned into her, and she held her breath, awaiting his decision of whether or not to leave her alive.
His gaze held hers and he tried to talk, but he only managed to cough.
His glaring spotlight of a flashlight blinded her as he walked to the driver's door, and she held her hand up.
His guard hadn't lowered; it crashed as he let himself experience every part of her body, her cries and the passionate spirit that held him captive on the beach.
His hand still held her arm captive.
His heartbeat was strong and steady, the thick arm wrapped around her as it had been when he held her after they'd made love for the last time before falling asleep.
His ragged voice held genuine warmth, though, so she took his words at face value.
His smile was polite, but the eyes held a glint of humor.
His voice held an accusatory note that Kris ignored.
His voice held an upbeat note and natural warmth that she liked.
His work held the rapt attention of his audience.
How long had it been since he had held her – kissed her?
I almost died a million times over, and if I didn't know how to enable the shields on the escape pod, I would have burned up in the atmosphere, and if that didn't kill me, then hitting the planet-- He held up a hand, planting it across her mouth when she refused to stop.
I guess he had some bucks at one time—back when he bought all this land—but his bank account never held a candle to mine.
I held both her hands in mine.
I held out my hand; nothing.
I miss that and I'm not going to be held back simply because you're afraid to have me wandering around on my own.
I opened each somewhere in the middle and held it flat on the table after recording the title and page number.
If she proved to be as he suspected she was, she might find herself the first woman in his society given the official position of strategy battle planner, a position traditionally held by the dhjan alone.
If that were the case, his attitude would change quickly enough when he held his first baby.
In fact, he's gone missing, Quinn held a super market tabloid as we shared coffee before starting our day.
In fact, they held a tenderness she had never seen.
In his hand he held a bowl of ice cream, and his eyes held a welcome spark of humor.
It had been a very, very long time since any man had held her.
It held breakfast for two, and he racked his mind for who the other was.
It still held about half of its bright red leaves.
It was her turn to roll her eyes but she held out a hand to Jule.
It was like my vocal cords opened for me to breath and closed when I held my breath, but that was it.
It was obvious he was composing; staff paper littered the piano, and he held a pencil between his teeth.
It was one of those perfect spring days that held the promise of summer.
It wasn't out of the realm of the possible that the information he needed was hidden in some sort of sadistic treasure hunt created by the sociopathic goddess who held the title of Death before him.
Jackson closed his eyes, fearing his heart held nothing Elisabeth would desire.
Jackson grabbed Connor's shoulders, held his eyes and ordered, "Get Elisabeth and lock yourselves in the holding room, now."
Jackson held back far enough so Connor would not see him, yet close enough to get into the room in a hurry.
Jackson held Elisabeth's finger and bellowed, "Sarah, get in here, now!"
Jackson held her arms and locked his gaze.
Jackson held her at arm's length.
Jackson held her without speaking, understanding the depth of her emotion.
Jackson held his hand out.
Jackson held his hand up.
Jackson held his hands to her face.
Jackson held Sarah's arm as she turned to leave.
Jackson held Sarah's hand as a gesture of comfort.
Jackson held the goblet, mortified, yet he had never felt such a hunger, nay––lust, as he did for the contents.
Jackson noted the two cars and held Elisabeth back a bit, whispering, "Does this mean I won't have to spend another interminable night in an empty bed?"
Jackson picked up the diamond and held it to the light.
Jackson retrieved the roast, cut two chops from it, and held one out to her while sitting on a stool.
Jackson rose and held her hands.
Jackson stood and held his arm.
Jackson unwrapped it and held up the bottle of Cristal.
Jade waited, and Kris held his gaze in silence.
Jared changed to his human form and held up one hand, holding his back with the other.
Katie held her breath, awaiting the awful news.
Katie stood on her tiptoes and looked up, taking one last look at the blue sky before she held her breath and ducked beneath the water.
Kiera held her breath for her friend as Evelyn stepped forward.
Linda's brow furrowed, but she held out her hand.
Long, dark hair was held in place at the base of his neck by a thick band of rose gold.
Lori's voice held an edge.
Major Brady Hanson held out a hand to the man dressed in the PMF's gray uniform beside him.
Martha held a twenty-dollar bill.
Maybe it was the soft accent that held her attention.
Molly held Bumpus' leash as we strolled down the wide sidewalk.
Nervous, uneasy, she made her way down the wall toward the Council members, who held court with themselves.
Now it held about two dozen people, some climbers preparing their equipment and photographers availing themselves of the excellent location where they could look straight down on the climbers below them.
Once more, she held the dress in front of herself.
One of the easels held the painting of the orchid and on the other sat a sketch of him.
One school of thought held that he was a victim of unproven rumors about Billy Langstrom's accident, spread to Denver by Billy's high school friends.
Pumpkin held up the hanger, his outfit draped like black robed judge.
Rhyn lowered his machete and held his hand out.
Rhyn retreated to the wall and sat with his back against it, staring at the healer that held the woman protectively in his arms.
Sarah felt unsure about running at first, however Jackson held strong to his conviction that death would be preferable to living as a minion for a madman.
Sarah held a hand to her chest.
Sarah held him while he sobbed uncontrollably.
Sarah held his shoulders.
Sarah held Jackson's hand as they discussed the reality of their situation.
Shaking and terrified, Deidre nonetheless held his gaze as she closed the distance between them, until she stood less than a foot away.
She approached him and held his hands.
She closed her eyes and held her breath against the smells of sulfur and blood.
She cried out and arched, blinded by pain as he held her against the wall.
She extracted the few filament-like strands and held them in her fingertips.
She faced him and held his hands.
She felt sorry for her and held out her hand with a glance of gentle inquiry.
She felt the familiar, core-deep connection, the one intimate enough for her body to respond, as he held her gaze.
She focused on the chart he held up to the light.
She gave him a puzzled smile and reached out to take the phone he held out.
She gazed up at him as he held the barn door open for her.
She glanced down to watch the blood stream down the drain then held up her arm.
She groaned and held her stomach.
She hadn't slept all night, afraid of what other secrets the night held.
She held a hand to her shocked face.
She held a hand up in front of her face and started naming them.
She held a handkerchief to her eyes and her face was tearful.
She held Donnie by the hand.
She held her breath and stayed still, praying their interest was passing, and they'd move on.
She held her breath, staring at the configuration as she flew through the atmosphere.
She held her breath, suspecting what might come next.
She held her breath, wondering if he meant to respond or not.
She held her face in her hands and shook her head.
She held her face in her hands.
She held her forearm out to the door as she approached, glancing again at the gold band around her wrist that Romas had emphasized she needed to wear at all the times.
She held her grip on his collar.
She held her hand to her chin.
She held her hand up as the phone rang.
She held her hands over her eyes.
She held her head in her hands, tormented by his pain without understanding how she was supposed to help a dead man.
She held her palm to his chest.
She held hers up for him to see.
She held him until he quieted, helped him to his feet and then to the sofa.
She held him, rubbing his back.
She held his face in her hands.
She held his hand longer than she should.
She held his hand to her cheek and closed her eyes.
She held his limp hand and fought back panic.
She held it out and looked at it.
She held it with two hands and retreated to the fountain, unable to shake the instinct that said the dagger on the fountain was the same.
She held no sway in what happened or played no larger part in their twisted doings.
She held nothing back as he drove her to sensations and heights she'd never imagined.
She held on to his hand, as if keeping him from falling off a cliff.
She held one hand out and the filly nickered, stretching her nose out to touch the hand cautiously.
She held one up to an ear.
She held out a hand to Deidre.
She held out a hand to him, and he took it.
She held out a hand to Past-Death.
She held out a saucer and cup.
She held out her arm instead.
She held out her hand again.
She held out her hand and drew near.
She held out her hand for him to take the sword.
She held out something that looked like a compass.
She held out the hourglass.
She held the comb and brush in her hand and tears streamed down her cheeks.
She held the gate as he carried the bucket of water into the stall.
She held the hand of the man before her, walking on a dead planet of nothing but rocky hills, dried streams, and cracked earth.
She held the shoes next to her feet.
She held up a disposable camera.
She held up her arm, uncertain how to release it.
She held up her bloody arm.
She held up the bag by its string.
She held up two fingers again.
She hesitated, but saw I still held the knife by my side.
She leaned against him and he held her close.
She met his gaze and held it, her pupils dilating and a faint flush spreading across her features.
She moved closer and held out her hand.
She moved forward and held Jackson's other arm.
She only says he held her.
She picked up the glass and held it up.
She pulled a pen and paper off the desk in the corner and held them out to him.
She pulled his arm tighter around her and held his cool hand to her neck.
She reached for the papers Molly held.
She released the breath she held, the danger averted.
She rubbed her temples and issued a challenging glare to the contents of the pantry, furious once more she could eat none of the wonderful things it held.
She said she thought Bird Song held spirits, too.
She set the knife down on the edge and circled the fountain again until she'd reviewed all three of the pictographs where the female figure held a dagger.
She sighed and held out her arm, setting the perfume on the table as she sat.
She sliced into his palm and held it over the tray.
She snuggled next to him, usually an invitation for love, but tonight he sensed she just wanted to be held.
She still held Jonathan's hand.
She swallowed hard and held out her hand to another woman in red.
She tensed and held her breath.
She thought it a result of the water, until she withdrew her hand and held the gem in her palm.
She tugged at her hands, but he held her tight, enjoying the feel of her beneath him.
She turned and gave him a big hug, wet hands held aloft.
She turned and held out her hand.
She twisted the cap from the bottle and held it out to him.
She was a fed, and a powerful one if she held the keys to the government's secret emerops facilities.
She was beyond terrified of the power Darkyn held.
She was going to break down any second, but the effort the man before her put into preparing himself held her horrified attention.
She wasn't sure why she expected either from him, except that she still held half a hope that she might live beyond three months.
She withdrew the grass from her pocket and held it out as a peace offering, uncertain how to take his mood.
She'd faced the reality but held out some hope it wasn't inevitable.
Shipton held up his hands, mimicking surrender.
Silently agreeing, Wynn released the breath he held only after he heard the door close behind Darkyn.
Sitting cross legged, Elisabeth held Jackson's hand in her lap, gazing at his face.
Sofia gave a faint smile and held out her hand, palm up.
Sofia held onto him as if his life depended on it and shook her head to clear the dizziness.
Soft chocolate eyes regarded her with veiled humor, and his mouth held the promise of a smile.
Stinging made her curse, and she grimaced as she held her thumb over the fountain.
Tell everyone I said hello and I'm being held hostage by one of the Others.
That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.
That was the scientist in Quinn, frustrated that within grasp he held the partnered ability with Howie to go where no one before them had ventured.
The box held a beautiful diamond ring encircled with deep, ruby baguettes.
The clear broth held a tangy, rich flavor, like spiced butter.
The death dealer emerged from the hall running between the two wings, the trembling form of Lankha held under one arm like a bag of cement.
The door bucked but held.
The door held, and she scrambled back to brace it.
The dress was thick silk and moved like water as she pulled it free and held it against her.
The eyes that once turned from black to white to every color in between were now blue-green in color, and her face held a human flush enhanced by his lovemaking.
The feast was held in the grandest room of the palace.
The forest and darkness created a sense of cozy intimacy, one that held her without crushing her, unlike the rest of the world.
The girl tapped his arm then held up three fingers, the sign she'd made to mean Wynn.
The girl was younger than Annie, but she was taken from her bed, same as Annie, and held for a week or more.
The human righted himself and held his head in both hands, shaking.
The John Wayne look-alike with the big belly was in charge and held up his hand for attention.
The kind man's face held a hint of sympathy.
The last memory each held involved a man with eyes piercing and black as the night sky.
The lie held up for a century.
The odd energy flowing between them held them both in silence for a long moment before he spoke.
The officer stared at her then held up an ID card with the boy's picture.
The oriental man held a PDA and was frowning as he read through notes while the others waited for him to speak.
The Ouray Rescue Squad held an annual fund raising breakfast each Fourth of July, enabling the Deans to share an early meal of eggs, sausage, and fixings in the company of friends and neighbors.
The quarterly conference held four times a century with the highest ranking station commanders was coming up soon, and he had more pressing issues to resolve before it launched.
The room, in near total darkness, held a barely audible hum for background music.
The spokesman held out his hand for the fifty.
The unspeakable deeds of this animal who held us were well known to me, vicariously, through the notes of Howie's visits to his past.
The vamp whose neck he held had a look of horror on its face, and the air around them buzzed with magic.
The woman across the hall held the same beguiling aura.
The woman strained to break his grip, but he held her in place.
Then you had some water, a few steaks, then held court with Sarah and Connor.
There is no negotiating with the Yirkin scum or my father's killer, A'Ran thought but held his tongue, aware his only ally believed himself right in this.
They came up to a steel trestle that held the ancient penstock above an open gorge.
They exchanged a greeting in a foreign language that sounded like Russian before he held out his hand to her.
They released the heartache they had been holding in and were filled with unencumbered passion, melting into each other as they had the first time, but now neither held any secrets, and neither needed to maintain control.
They were cultured, not at all savages, and for the first time since his capture, he held a glimmer of hope that he might find some semblance of happiness again.
Though she tried hard not to fear death, she wondered what kind of creature was capable of breaking through bars made of materials she'd never before seen and held in place with some sort of magic.
Toby held the elevator for her and pressed the button for all twenty floors.
Toni held up a sleek phone and Bluetooth earpiece.
Turning his back to the stove, he held his hands behind him.
Ully caught it and held it up.
Visitors held out their hands like this, Dusty said, indicating his outstretched hand.
We held hands, needing each other's comfort.
We held one another and allowed ourselves to cry.
When at last they arrived at the trail's end, Westlake parked, placed a rock behind his wheel, and held out his polka-dot umbrella.
When he finished, she held the piece up.
When he pulled her to a stop, she held her breath.
When she finished, he stood, held her and repeated her words softly, "Promise you'll sing for me often."
When she opened her eyes, he held her tightly against him.
When she returned fully dressed and armed to the teeth, he held out his hand.
When she stood, Jackson held his breath, ready to run.
When the phone rang for the fourth time, Dean assumed it was either a call for reservations or more discussion on the upcoming New Jersey wedding plans, but Cynthia held the phone against herself and called to her husband.
When they entered his room, Elisabeth held Jackson's arms.
When we were not working, we held hand constantly.
While Merrill Cooms knew there were five of us and had spoken to each, we'd never identified which one of us held the gift.
While we couldn't keep up with the ambulance but we held our own and kept the emergency vehicle in sight.
Why did-- He held up a hand to silence her, and she waited, circling the table to face him.
Xander held out his hand.
Xander held up a hand, catching the bullets and then tossing them.
Yet a single glass of its water held up to the light is as colorless as an equal quantity of air.
You're pretty much all that held me together over the years.