Bad divorce?" Hardy asked, his gaze falling to my hands. I realized I was clutching my purse in a death grip. “No, the divorce was great,” I said. “It was the marriage that sucked.

I've needed someone like you for a long time. Now that I have you, no one is going to take you from me. Logan to Madeline

I wondered how much of me would be left after tomorrow.

And it occurred to me that friendship was a lot more dependable, not to mention long-lasting, than love.

He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.

You don’t annoy me.” Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. “I thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your foot’s been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable . . . but also good. Do you understand what I mean?” “Yes. I make your feet tingle.” A smile came to his lips. “Among other things.

You have to rely on whatever sparks you have inside.