Her chances of a decent marriage were about to be dashed-and all because of a ferret.

Why was love so easy for some people and so hard for others?

I grew up being very shy, very much a bookworm, and I remember desperately wondering how to be accepted by the popular kids.

And I wonder how Gage knew this is what my soul has craved. He turns me to face him, his eyes searching. It occurs to me that no one in my life has ever concerned himself so thoroughly with my happiness.

I think the busiest people are often the loneliest.

Because letting someone in close meant they could hurt you. I knew all about that kind of fear. I lived with it.

If your concern is that I may be overcome with manly ardor and ravish you in a moment of weakness… I may. If you ask nicely.