I think the first thing we need to talk about is you not running around in tight T-shirts and yoga pants.” “Fine. I’ll stop doing that as soon as you shave.” Jack ran his hand along his jaw and grinned. “You like the scruff, huh?” Did she ever.

You’re not pathetic. Actually, I envy you a little.” “Because I’m a mess?” Zach asked dryly. “No. Because you’re not afraid to be a mess.

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

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

What exactly was your plan here, Mr. Andrews? To just walk in and flash your little smile, no questions asked?

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.

Boyfriend huh? I didn't realize we had taken things to that level." "Oh, I'm sorry--this is my first undercover operation," Jordan said. "I'm a little unclear about the rules. Are we seeing other people in this fake relationship?