Gunfire cracked around them. “Just warning shots,” he yelled. “How do you know?” “We’re not dead.

I’m quite capable of taking responsibility for my own death.

Look.” He stepped closer, his voice lowered to a gruff murmur, and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze – which just made her want to stretch up and kiss him.

It’s your hero complex, isn’t it? You should see someone about that.” “Right after I get my head examined.

He shushed her, laughing. “I’d like to be that spider, if that woman was you.

Read it to me.” “Seriously?” he said quietly. “You want me to read you poetry? Like saving your life ten times wasn’t enough?

I can’t help it if you drive me crazy.” “In bed or out of it?

I don’t believe in happy endings,” Flynn said, spinning Tess and tilting up her chin. “Just happy beginnings.

It was too late for the truth – and too soon.