I’m not stealing it. We’re stranded. This is called borrowing.” “This is called you’re crazy.

See, when you lie to me it hurts," Rixon said, swiping an imaginary tear. "I thought we had something special. I thought our joint eternal sentences of damnation were our bond.

Well, well,” he said. “Five days a week isn’t enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?

I’m not going anywhere near a motel with you.

Arrogance can be deadly.” The corners of his mouth crept up. “But you didn’t hear me say that.

I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.

You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill.