Kist was tight behind me, and we faced the doors as they closed.

A common technique with other string instruments is the "Kist".

Kist was suddenly before to me, and I jerked.

The wife couldn't watch the arrows as Kist's mouth was freaking her out.

"Kist took me to him," she said, her words having the cadence of repeated memory.

Kist took my elbow and pulled me into motion.

Kist's neck went red and he ducked his head.

Kist was a road worker by trade before becoming a professional darts player.

If Kist came in, I was going to pretend to be asleep until he left.

"We did, sir," the waiter protested, taking a step back as Kist pulled entirely away from me.

Samuel sullenly backed off, and Kist held out his hand for my bag.

In the second round he lost to eventual champion Christian Kist 2-4.

Kist's easy admission of his relationship with Piscary took me aback, but it shouldn't have.

Ivy had arrived home early from her afternoon with Kist, surprising me with the offer to work out.

"Kist is jealous," he said to me with the sole intent to irritate him.

The vision of Kist leaned forward and I shirked away.

It had become Kist, pulling my old fear of him right out of my head.

Kist's breath faltered as I sent the hint of my fingernails under his ear.

My eyes darted to my bag with the vial Kist had given me.

He faced defending champion Christian Kist in the first round and beat him 3-1.

That it didn't necessarily preempt a secondary, more traditional relationship with a man-with Kist?

Kist dropped it, and Samuel gasped for air.

A shudder went through me as I recalled how soft Kist's lips were.

I snatched it, and Kist gestured that I should go before him.

In Canada, Mr. Kist said, he was looking for a big life insurance company.