You know, Taylor, I told his manager that your reputation in this firm is that you can go head-to-head with any man. And win.

Never send a boy to do a woman’s job, Irma.” - Payton Kendall

She spoke under her breath to Nick. "Is there a reason he's only wearing one sock?" "He puked on his foot." "Oh." She turned back to Huxley. "Can we get you another sock? Maybe a blanket or something?

More like a chocolate molten lava cake. A dessert so sinful, so luscious, so filled with inner heat it made a girl want to lick each and every crumb right off the plate. That was Jack Pallas.

Life isn't always about logic and reasons—sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump. Particularly when it comes to relationships.

Thank God she wasn’t still hanging out in her underpants.

Sweet Jesus. It was The Delicious in the dark shirt and jeans.