It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don’t think I could handle the real thing.
I’m yours, if you’ll have me.
Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It’s a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
I think I’m more of a guardian angel girl.
I don’t have ‘five’ you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.
I’d fallen in love with the devil.
Gosh, it was nice talking to you, but I’ve got a lot of things I’d rather be doing. Like sticking my hand in the garbage disposal.
If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
If I wanted easy, I’d chain myself in hell beside Rixon. The two of us could kick back and soak up the rays together.
Me Jev, you Nora.
That woman.” Vee hissed, “I’m making the sign of the cross right now.
Angel.
You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.
Since the dawn of time, women have been attracted to mates with strong survival skills – like intelligence and physical prowess – because men with these qualities are more likely to bring home dinner at the end of the day.” He stuck his thumbs in the air and grinned. “Dinner equals survival, team.
I blinked down the street where the jeep had vanished. I felt the unexplainable urge to storm after them and do something I’d hoped I’d regret -like choke Marcie with her stupid red thong.
I love you. I’m happier right now than I ever remembered being.
You’re going to love him. The two of you share the same fashion sense.
You’re like the fly that nobody can shoo away.
One hamburger stand on the entire beach. It felt un-American.
That’s the thing about fear. It brings out the worst in us.