Jack turned to Cameron. "Do you just line them up, waiting to yell at me, on the off chance I'll stop by?

In answer, she took his hand and placed it on her chest. Right over her heart. 'You're in, Cade Morgan. Only you.

You are not just a big-picture girl for me, Brooke Parker. You’re the only picture.

Is that an invitation?” “I suppose it is.” “Good.” Cade’s voice dropped lower, adding one last thing before hanging up. “And tell your friend in the striped shirt that he’s in my seat.

I love you,” she said softly. Jason's arms tightened around her. He grinned sleepily. “I know.” Taylor drifted off contentedly. Until through the darkness, she heard a low, sneaky whisper. “Mrs. Taylor Andrews . . .” She didn't bother to open her eyes. “Still not gonna happen.

His eyes held hers. “Because I knew, ten seconds after walking into this office and meeting you, that we had this in the bag.

See you just don’t understand women the way I do J.D. They want it all: a career apple martinis financial independence great shoes but at the same time—and this they’ll never admit—they are drawn to patriarchal men who are dominant and controlling. That’s the essence of the Darcy complex. He may be an asshole but he’s an asshole that gets the girl in the end.