Tag opened the door to his knock, and with a look of disappointment, peered behind Wade. "You got someone better coming over?" Wade asked him. "Pizza," Tag said.

Oh my God," Maddie whispered, horrified. "I rented him that boat. Does that make me a murderer?" Tara's heart clutched. "He's not dead yet." "Hurry," Maddie called to Ford. "I can't be the one who killed Tara's ex!" I look terrible in orange!

Remember, you’re unique. And so is everyone else.

Obeying the rules might be smart, but it's not as nearly as much fun.

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.

Don't take life too seriously. After all none of us are getting out alive anyway.

Matt?" "Yeah?" "You okay?" "Working on it." His voice sounded unusually tight. "I thought you said you did this a lot." "Yeah. I do. But apparently not with anyone I'm wildly attracted to." This caused certain reactions in her body that were best not experienced in mixed company. "It's just panties," she finally whispered. "And they're really great panties," Matt agreed. "But it's not the panties, Amy. It's you.