She gave Pretty Boy a surreptitious glance. Did he honestly expect her to believe he was gay? True, there were the gay boots and those stunning good looks. But, even so, he blasted enough heterosexual mega-wattage to light up the entire female population. Which he’d undoubtedly been doing since he shot out of the birth canal, glimpsed his reflection in the obstetrician’s eyeglasses, and gave the world a high five.

You can't do extraordinary things in the world if you're spending time criticizing others because they don't look or behave the way you think they should.

Old radicals never changed. They just got law degrees and updated their bag of tricks.

When you've been around a snake long enough, you learn how to crawl in the dirt.

Okay, so I'll admit I'm curious. Big deal. We both know what that leads to. Dead cat.

The question is… How did a girl like Annabelle manage to talk a man like you into joining our silly little family party?” Annabelle smiled sweetly. “I promised he could tie me up afterward and spank me.

He should have seen this coming, but he hadn't. Of course she wouldn't want to move back to Wynette after everything that had happened to her there. But what about his family, his friends, his roots, which stretched so deep into that rocky soil he'd become part of it?