Gideon knew exactly what I liked. Not because I’d told him, but because he paid attention to everything about me.

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.

There wasn't a woman alive who could resist a man who paid attention to her, who made her feel like she was the only other person in his world.

What are you doing?" he breathed. "You're going around, stirring up everything." "I've got time on my hands," I shot back, just as breathless, "since I dumped my asshat boyfriend." He growled, fiercely passionate, his hand in my hair pulling so tightly it pained me. "You can't make this up with a kiss or a f*ck, Gideon. Not this time." Gideon & Eva

I flipped the good doctor the bird. Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall. "What is it with you and giving people the finger?" "What? It's a classic.

I've learned to allow myself the room to fall in love with what I'm writing.

I'm not giving you any options here. We're doing this, Eva. Enjoy your last remaining hours as a single woman.