And I didn't choose it, Kat. I chose you.
Or maybe crying is like everything else we do- it's best if you don't get caught.
If you don't mind me saying, Mr. Hale. She's a keeper." He pointed in Kat's direction.
You shouldn't judge someone until you've walk a mile through an underground tunnel in her uncomfortable shoes
Sure, this was where her father had planned the De Beers diamond heist when she was three. It was the very room where her uncle had orchestrated the hijacking of eighty percent of the world's caviar when she was seven.
They were both totally laughing, and he was twirling her, and her hair was flying around like she was in a shampoo commercial. Seriously. She could have sold conditioner to a bald man the way she looked out there.