The calories in chocolate don't count because chocolate comes from the cocoa bean, and everyone knows that beans are good for you.

When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Don’t look at him, she told herself. Don’t look— She looked. Sweet Jesus.

Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment.

Forever this time," he said as Sawyer strode toward them. Tara sighed blissfully. "You know what this means, right?" "I'm done guessing," he said. "Tell me." "It means you're mine," she said. "And I'm yours. No more walking away. We are going to get it right this time." His smile was slow and easy, and just for her. "Well, finally.

Strength is the ability to break up a solid piece of chocolate—and then eat just one of the pieces.

I'm going to shoot somebody," Maddie said. "Sawyer hates when people do that. It's a whole bunch of paperwork.

If it’s going to be two against one, make sure you aren’t the one.