Don't give up on your own happy-evers.

I won't consider getting horizontal with someone I can barely tolerate when we're vertical.

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.

Necessity is often the mother of balls

What other thing, Eve?" "I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.

Luck is luck ... What we do with it determines whether it's good or bad.

Once she'd been a victim- helpless, used, and broken. Now, she was a warrior.