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

You said you'd kiss me if I lost Tank." - - "You want me to kiss you?" Oh boy. "You were happy I'd lost your puppy?" He was looking like he was still thinking about smiling as he glanced down at Tank, tucked under his arm. "No. That would make me an asshole." Right.

You had a package. It was torn, so I looked in.” She lifted one of a stack of firefighter calendars, with his own mug and half-naked body on the cover. “Nice,” she said, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. “Mr. 2008.” He bit back a sigh. “It’s for charity.” “And you definitely contributed.

Chloe?" "Yeah?" "I'd be worth the inhaler," he said, then forced himself to walk away.

Tired of me already?" he asked with a smile in his voice. "No quite yet. You?" His eyes darkened, and he kissed her again. "Never." Her heart skipped a beat. "Never is a long time," she said. His voice was low, fierce. And very sure. "That's what I'm counting on.

She’s drunk dialing contractors ” Chloe said to Tara. “Someone should stop her.

With you i found myself. You are the one i was waiting for, when i didn't even realize i was waiting. -dr. Emma Sinclair-