What are you up to?” “Oh, you know, mischief and mayhem,” he replied. “That so reminds me of Harry Potter,” Brit said, sighing. “I need a re-read.” We all turned to her. Two bright spots appeared in her cheeks as she tossed her blonde hair back. “What? I’m not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

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.

I’d still be nice to you if you were ugly.” “Okay.” A wicked grin slipped over his full lips. He bent his head down and whispered, “I just wouldn’t offer you any cookies.

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

Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I'd be all over that in a heartbeat.

Avery: "So I've been doing some thinking." Cam: "Oh God." Avery: "Shut up.

Tell me what you want, sweetheart … Anything. And I’ll do it.