Two Navy SEALs versus one angry seven-month-old," he mused, "The odds could go either way.

What do you think, Ronnie? Do you think we could stop after just one kiss?

If you want, I can carry you—” “I’m fine,” she said shortly. “Let’s go.” He’d said that wrong. He should have said, “I want to carry you.

He wanted to wake up to her smile every day for the rest of his life, like some stupid coffee commercial on TV.

If he's at this party, I want you to stay far away from him." "Shouldn't that rule apply to you, and Jules, too? Unless your penises make you magically bulletproof.

That leaves Decker and what's his name, Mr. I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt.

He spoke in telegram-as if every word he used cost five bucks, and he only had a twenty in his wallet.