You don’t have to want to be in a relationship for a little bow-chicka-bow-wow.” Brittany looked at him slowly. “Did you really just say that?” “I did. And I owned it . Gonna make me a shirt that says that.

She tried to swallow, to take a breath, but her eyes met his, and there was nothing but aching intensity in his gaze. And she was drawn in, swept away.

The Hamilton family was a bunch of hugging folks

Thank you.” His lips curved up on one side. “For what?” “For waiting for me.

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

We're partners." "Huh?" "We. Are. Partners.

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.