Well, prepare yourself. I am all kinds of thoughtful this week. I brought you something else.

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.

Bridget did the only thing she could do in this situation that wouldn't end with her doing a life stint in prison. She flipped the woman off. With both hands.

When he looked at me, his eyes positively twinkled. Christ. I was screwed. Eyes were twinkling at me.

I'm beginning to think cookies is a code word for something else." "Maybe it is." He tugged on my bag again as he took a confident step back, forcing me down another step. "And just think about it. If cookie was a code word, whatever it symbolizes, it's been in your mouth, sweetheart.

He's not the relationship kind or so I hear." "And do you want a relationship?" I asked her. "No." She laughed, dabbing her fry. "But I have a feeling with someone like him, you get one taste and you will always want more." "Sort of like crack?" Jacob suggested. "Or Cheetos," Brit supplied.

My brain must have felt sorry for me, so it'd created the only type of guy I could touch - a fantasy one.