Are we going to have to teach you to fight, Angel?

She already has a car.” “A Ford. That’s like Toyota’s worst enemy.

You're going to have to drive off the road and park behind thoses bushes," I instructed Vee. Vee leaned forward, peering into the darkness. "Is that a ditch between me and the bushes ?" "It's not very deep. Trust me, we'll clear it." "Looks deep to me. This is a Neon we're talking about, not a Hummer.

First,” he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, “choose your tomato.” He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. “Good. Now pick up the knife.” “Does the chef always stand this close?” I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me. “When he’s revealing culinary secrets, yes.

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

Boys like girls who look like...girls.

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