I love the sound you make when you’re silent.

Do you have a condom?” “The FBI taught me to always be prepared,” he said, grinning.

Wait, aren’t you going to rename me?” “The only identification you have is for Emily Foster. So, no, I’m not going to rename you. You aren’t a pet turtle.

The prince isn’t always charming and the princess isn’t always a virgin.

Some scars can’t always be seen with your eyes,” he said, “Doesn’t mean they aren’t there.

You got a lot of baggage?” Hank asked with a drawl. I shrugged and smiled lightly. “Does emotional count?” He chuckled under his breath. “Well, I’d say it does, but that’s not something I can carry for you, young lady. I’m sure it’s heavy, but you make sure you unpack that bag first,” Hank said, giving me a wink. I couldn’t help but love the man immediately. Jake’s.

Honey, you may have the face of an angel, but that halo of yours is awfully crooked.

What I wanted was to prove Jake wrong. Hard to do when he was always right. The bastard.

Damn it, Emily. I’m responsible for your safety.” “Then wear a condom!” “Jesus,” he said, breathing out hard. “I was right before. You definitely have multiple personalities.” My eyes narrowed. “Yeah, well maybe I do, and none of them like you!

It was five o’clock when the stupid rooster started crowing relentlessly, robbing me of my sleep. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. Dumbass bird should be on Prozac.