Logan, why aren't you wearing protection?" The radio crackled, and then came Logan's voice. "I have 'protection' in my bag," he said. "But as much as I don't want to say this, darlin', now's not the time to be asking if I'm carrying condoms. I have problems." "A life vest, Logan! I'm asking where's your life vest!" "Oh," he said. "I knew that.

Sorry,” he said. “Let me drop the belt-" “No.” She held on when he would have pulled away. “Don’t. I like it.” Again, he lifted her face, and he smiled. “The tool belt turns you on.” “No.” She closed her eyes and thunked her forehead to his chest. “Little bit.

Why do we always fight?” she whispered. “You know why.” Yeah, she did. “It’s science.” “Combustible chemistry,” he agreed. “Dangerous.

Men exist because a vibrator can't fix a flat tire. On second thought, I should just buy a AAA card.

In his world, people never questioned him. And it was a good place to be, his world. Apparently she hadn't gotten the memo.

The easy road is always under construction,so have an alternate route planned.

Let's start with where you are,' he said. 'You're here.' Taking her hand, he pressed it to his chest above his heart.