What’s the point of playing if winning isn’t the goal?

You have to believe in it to get it.

Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.

What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?

Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there.

And since I’m marrying into the Quartet, I have certain privileges and duties. If you’re sleeping with Laurel—” “I’m not sleeping with Laurel. We’re dating.” “Right, and the two of you are just going to hold hands, admire the moon, and sing camp songs.” “For a while. Minus the singing.

She doesn’t like you, McNab. “I knoooow. I find that really attractive in a woman.