Drinking tequila is more about the journey than the destination

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,' he said.

You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out.

That's not the point," he said. "What kind of creep would I be if I let my girl carry something heavy while I walked along, swinging my arms?" Your girl? "The kind that respects my wishes," she said. "And my strength, and my... arms." Levi grinned some more. Because he wasn't taking her seriously. "I have a lot of respect for your arms. I like how they're attached to the rest of you.

Cath couldn't stop thinking about Levi and his ten thousand smiles.

Eleanor's hair caught fire at dawn. Her eyes were dark and shining, and his arms were sure of her. The first time he touched her hand, he'd known.

That girl had the subtlety of a Spencer’s Gifts shop.