Sage?" Adrian lightly touched my arm, and I jumped at the feel of his fingertips against my skin. "You okay?" "I don't know," I said softly. "I just thought of something crazy." "Welcome to my world.

I hadn't gotten far when I ran into Mason. Good God. Men everywhere.

Have you ever wanted to put on a Santa suit?" "I have always wanted to do that," said Carter gravely.

Rose, I cheat at cards and buy liquor for minors. But I would never, ever force you into something you don't want.

So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian.

Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he think about that kiss? And if he really was crazy about me, did he imagine more than just kissing? Did he fantasize about me? What kinds of things did he think about? His lips on my neck? His hand on my leg? And was that leg bare . . . ?

For once, you're going to hear something that doesn't fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason.