As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I'd been having, which I couldn't remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.

And guys don't get attached, guys don't give themselves over completely, and guys lie. That's why they should be handled with great trepidation, not trusted, and held at arm's length whenever possible.

This is personal, she'd said. Real. This moment was too, even if you couldn't see it at first glance. It was fake on the outside, but so true within. You only had to look, really look to tell.

My agent is so totally honest, which is just what every writer needs. She won't let me sell a crappy book, even if I want to.

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.

If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.