Are you sure?" A brow arched up. "Because I'm here at your service and taking your jeans off is something I feel I'd be exceptionally wonderful at.

It’s just a cookie, sweetheart.

Everything okay?" Cam asked, placing his hand on my lower back. Concern pinched his brows. "Yes." I dropped my cell back into my bag. Everything was okay. Maybe not perfect, but life wasn't meant to be perfect. It was messy and sometimes it was a disaster, but there was beauty in the messiness and there could be peace in the disaster.

you’re going to miss me, but you’re not going to admit it

He raised his brows. "You're drunk." "Am not!" He gave me a bland look. "A drunk's famous last words before they fall flat on their face.

Here's my library, where I don't do a lot of reading but mostly play Angry Birds on the computer.

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