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

So I guess that the next time I make a date with a concussed guy, I should pin a note to his collar so he doesn't forget." "Good plan." His hand was next to hers on the table. He let his thumb glide over her fingers, a small, almost casual touch that sent a shudder through her. "I'm sorry I forgot our date.

Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. “Sawyer.” In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. “Sawyer, what are we doing?” she whispered. He shook his head. “No f#cking clue.

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

I threatened to kung fu you. Oh my God.

Try asking sometime. Not all women will stand for that 50 Shades crap, you know.

Boys are like drugs,' her father said, 'just say no.