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.

She was carrying two coffees and a donut bag, and right then and there, he fell in love." -Animal Magnetism

Why do we always fight?” she whispered. “You know why.” Yeah, she did. “It’s science.” “Combustible chemistry,” he agreed. “Dangerous.

If it’s going to be two against one, make sure you aren’t the one.

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

Who’s there?” “The scratcher of your itch,” he said. She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. “Was that supposed to be romantic?

Good judgment comes from bad experience. Unfortunately, most of that comes from bad judgment. - Tara Daniels -