You--Roarke." Eyes watering, she reached for more tissue. "Jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, you never sleep with anybody. And you're telling me you slept with Roarke?" "That's not precisely accurate. We didn't sleep.

And you're not going to tell me she didn't make a move on you. At least test the waters." "The waters," he said, "were not receptive." "If they had been, I'd have drowned her in them already.

That was the biggest problem with getting used to someone, she thought. You were lonely when they weren't there.

Don't say hit and mountain in the same sentence.

There were too many idiot men in the world, to her way of thinking. And most of them ended up bumping up against stubborn women.

The outward appearance would never indicate they were brothers. (...) But she could see that at the moment they were as united as triplets in the womb.

There are no dead ends, just detours.