God save her from annoying Alphas.

I’d want to have sex with myself. All the time.

They say money talks, but all mine ever says is 'good-bye sucker.

I'm done waiting. Done doing things the easy way and letting things happen as they will." Her heart caught. "What does that mean?" "It means this is too important to let slip away again. You're too important." He leaned back against the truck with a low grunt of effort, eyes dark, jaw clenched. "I love you too, Tara.

I tried to keep my distance, but my world doesn't work without you in it.

You had a package. It was torn, so I looked in.” She lifted one of a stack of firefighter calendars, with his own mug and half-naked body on the cover. “Nice,” she said, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. “Mr. 2008.” He bit back a sigh. “It’s for charity.” “And you definitely contributed.

Sounds like you kids have some talking to do. I'll be eavesdropping from the kitchen.