Eve, I know this continues to astound and baffle you, but I actually like to socialize." "I know. If it wasn't for that, you'd be perfect.

If that isn't typical male stupidity! If something doesn't work, kick it or swear at it!

Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.” “Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.

Fate. You could never anticipate it.

Why don't you put your ego down for a while, Justin. It must be getting heavy.

Roarke had to force himself not to snatch her up as she swept through the hallowed Senate halls. Members of the media were already leaping toward her, but she cut through them as if they weren’t there. “I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas,” he said when they’d fought their way to the car. “I like it a lot. And by the way, I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore. I know I am.

Maybe you could casually mention to Zoe that I'm not now, nor have I ever been, an axe murderer." "I'll see if I can work it into our next conversation," Flynn promised.