This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond

Any chance of getting something sweet to go with my coffee?” [Finn] asked in a hopeful voice. I arched an eyebrow at him. “You mean all those pieces of strawberry pie that you ate for lunch weren't enough?” “I’m a growing boy,” Finn said in a sincere tone. “I need my vitamins.” Bria snorted. “The only thing that’s growing on you, Lane, is your ego.” Finn sidled up to my sister and gave her a dazzling smile. “Well, other things of mine also tend to swell up in your presence, detective.

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.

Have I ever told you how scary it is that you think of heels in terms of their possible shiv potential?

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