If I told you, you might be forced to lie about it. Not that you aren't really good at it, but why put an old man in that position?

I'm not living in the shadows anymore. I want to walk in the sun. But I can't do that without you.

Now, now. Southern ladies don’t French-kiss and tell.

We’re all works in progress, honey. And believe me when I tell you that I’ve had to work harder than most.

A villain always preferred luring the heroine to his lair.

I'll take care of my mother," he said grimly. "I love her, but she doesn't run my life." "Yeah, that's what we all say. You. Me. Lucy." She stabbed the stick into the dirt. "These are powerful women. They're sane, they're smart, they rule their worlds, and they love us ferociously. A potent combination that makes it touch to pretend they're normal mothers.

His pacing stopped. The mattress sighed as he sat on the edge. seconds ticked by before he spoke so softly she could barely hear. "Sometimes I want to leave this town so bad I can taste it.