I know I'm not who you'd pick for her. I'm probably not even who she would pick, but I'll change that. I'll give her everything.

Unlike her, he came from a good family. A prechopped pepper kind of family.

Somewhere in Hayden's town house, her panties were still smoking.

Next time you need me, wake me up." He bit her earlobe, tugged. "You don't spend a minute unsatisfied in my bed. Understand?

Listen to me. I love your sister. I love her so much I can't wait for tomorrow. To see what she says, what she wears, which laugh she'll use. She's not your sister to me. She's Lucy. She's the girl who makes me feel human.

The first time they’d met, in this very pub, he’d hit on her using so little finesse, she’d been forced to ask if he was kidding. Granted, they’d both had a few too many drinks that night, but nothing excused the line, “I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.” Nothing.

I’m the type to ignore a pebble in my boot until it gives me a blister. I’ve made ignoring problems an art form.

Story blew out a shaky breath toward the ceiling. “Dude.”Beside her, Daniel’s body shook with silent laughter. “Did you really just say that?”She rolled over to face him, a catlike yawn stretching her face. “In California, the word dude has over a thousand different meanings. Dude, Duuuuuude, Dude! It all depends on your tone.

Uh-oh.” Brent reached into the console and picked up his two-way radio, pretending to turn it on, then holding it up to his mouth. “This is car two-two-nine requesting backup. We’ve got an officer down. I repeat, officer down. Dispatch, please alert medical personnel that officer is whipped.”“Please remind me why we’re friends.”“Aw, you love me, you dick.

If you never left again, I would still spend the rest of my life missing you.