But I'd much rather face a dozen assassins like LaFleur any night than deal with something as tricky, convoluted, and fragile as my feelings.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised

Donovan Caine wanted me, but he wasn't strong enough to accept me. Not my past, not my strength, not the woman I was. Bitter disappointment filled me, replacing my rage, but I forced myself to ask the final question I wanted an answer to.

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

I'm crazy about you, Spartan.

Jasmine smirke at the weapon in my hand. "That little toothpick won't save you, Gypsy." "Touthpick?" Vic muttered in an indignant voice. “Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!