If he'd expected to be pampered and coddled through his undercover assignments, he would have gone to work for the CIA.

At that moment he knew one thing. The only thing that mattered. He loved her.

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

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.

My God, Jack - with a look like that, you two should just get a room. And try not to pick the one with a dead body next to it this time.

At least you're learning a thing or two about wine. Good to hear you're making such an effort to improve yourself." "Does the U.S. attorney know how much you like spending your Saturday nights eavesdropping on private conversations?" Nick asked. "The U.S. attorney knows exactly how I like spending my Saturday nights.

Did you just ask me out on a date, Ms Parker?” “No.” “Are you sure? Because I-” “Still no. I need something, and you’re the only guy who can give it to me.” She cut him off before he could even say the words. “Yes, thank you. I’m aware of how that sounded. I’m hanging up now.