He could deal with his guilt all by himself. Guilt didn't add up to love, an emotion she was done with forever.

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

Do you really expect me to fall apart every time another woman throws herself at you? Because, if that's so, I'll be a nervous wreck before the honeymoon's over. Although, if they do it in front of me..." He went still. "Did you just propose to me?" She bristled. "Do you have a problem with that?" The scoreboard lit up, and he gave the world a high five. "God, I love you.

Phoebe tapped the toe of her sneaker against the dock. “There’s only one good use for a man like Heath Champion.” “Here we go again,” Molly muttered. Phoebe’s lip curled. “Target practice.

Losing isn't as bad as not fighting at all.

Something brushed his leg, and he gazed down into the face of Pippi Tucker. The theme from Jaws raced through his head.

Was there some basic flaw in her makeup that made her keep falling in love with this man who couldn’t love her back?