He can cook and give good massages. What more do you need in a husband?

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.

Note to self-give serious thought to becoming an alcoholic.

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

...But the problem is, people tend to assign you the role of the person you are at your worst, you know?

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

Half the people in Lucky Harbor were in love with him. The other half were men and didn't count. -Tara on Ford