The mighty have such simple weaknesses. I like to think it’s God’s way of keeping things fair.

Jack leaned over, “Ever get the impression that these women are way out of our league?” “I shot the last guy who said that to me.

Oh God, baby...love me.

You don't touch the purse. The purse is sacrosanct.

It may have taken nine years, and a whole lot of wrong turns along the way, but their story felt complete at last. Because, finally, she was his.

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

He looked again. Longer this time. She may have ‘forgotten’ to put a bra on that morning. Another oops. “Are you kidding me with that?” he asked.