My peer would have to be dark-haired and handsome, a wonderful dancer... and he would never ask permission before he kissed me." -Lillian Bowman

When you love a child, you forgive her before she can even ask. Basically you've already forgiven her for things she hasn't even done yet.

Bending his head over hers, Leo murmured, "When I give you away at the altar, Bea, I want you to remember something. I'm not really giving you away. I'm merely allowing him the chance to love you as much as the rest of us do.

At first I wasn’t all that tempted by him, but then he killed the spider. Which was a huge point in his favor.” “Absolutely. I love men who kill bugs.” “And then when I was freaking out and couldn’t breathe, he was so…gentle.” Zoe sighed and colored, remembering. “He was holding me, and talking to me in that voice…you know, sort of low and rough around the edges…” “All the Nolans sound like that,” Justine said reflectively. “Like they’ve got a mild case of bronchitis. Totally hot.

Does he behave in rude or improper ways?" "He's a Bowman. We don't know any better.

He'll survive," he answered her. "Just as he's survived everything else in his life. But he'll never be the same.

He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.