Are you out of your mind?" It's not polite to lie to your best friend. "It's a possibility.

The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.

You snore worse. At least I don't turn into a lion in my sleep." "I only did it once." "Once was weird enough, thank you.

What is wrong with you? Many, many things.

Roland had sworn off children—they kept trying to kill him.

Would you like to assist me with my choice of underwear as well?” My sarcasm whistled right over his head. “I would be delighted. While I’d love to see you in a balconette bra, I’m afraid for this particular occasion I would have to go with a foam-lined seamless due to the tight fit of the garment across your breasts . . . Perhaps I could come over and review what you have available . . .

Screwy," I said. "Is that a medical term?" "Of course.