God, it was good. Comforting and stimulating at the same time. Absolute world-class pheromones. I wished I could take his jacket home with me. Not him, just the jacket.

I realized that my kisses with Dane had become a form of punctuation, the quotations or the hasty dash at the end of a conversation

Make your choice and accept the consequences.

I'm not the marrying kind -" St. Vincent snorted. "No man is. Marriage is a female invention.

A lifetime with such a woman was not nearly enough.

Sooner or later everyone was driven to love someone they could never have.

Hunt looked like a man who had visited many woman's beds and knew exactly what to do in them.