I won’t snatch, harm, or scare to death people with you or use checking up on you as an excuse to cause trouble. You’re worse than my mother, Rachel.” “Mine, too,” Jenks muttered.

It was a nice bit of blackmail that kept him off my back, but he refused to take the message that I wasn’t going to work for him. ’Course, that might be my fault…since I seemed unable to say no when he waved enough money at me.

And while seeing Trent in his tighty-whities would make my decade, I’d found out long ago that I couldn’t stay mad at a man wearing nothing but underwear. They looked so charmingly vulnerable.

Hate is all that keeps us alive when love is gone. You’re almost there. Not quite ready to let it go yet.

Coffee. I could smell coffee. Coffee would make everything better.

You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.

Breaking rules isn't bad when what you're doing is more important than the rule itself