It’s frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.

Honest to God, she was the noisiest woman he'd ever been shot at with.

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.

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

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

Sugar," Tara said in a voice that was pure Pissed-Off South. "You need to go far, far away." A few weeks ago, he'd have taken that to mean she didn't want to see his face within a six-hundred-mile radius. Now he knew the truth. He distracted her. He could live with that. "Came to see if I can help." "I think I know how to make burgers," she said smoothly. "But bless your heart." In other words, f*** off and die.

I chose the path less traveled but only because I was lost. Carry a map. - Phoebe Traeger