You don't know what I want, so how will you know what I will regret?

A pretty woman, not a bother? As far as he knew, that was the very definition of the word.

Life was much too short to play by anyone's rules but her own.

...Stop worrying about her.""Women must worry about other women," she snapped. "God knows men won't do it."- Annabelle.

On one side of his brain, logic was standing on a chair, waving its arms to get his attention. On the other side, lust and yearning rubbed their hands together in unholy anticipation.

It is said you are the woman who holds all of London in the palm of her hand.""Perhaps not all of London, Your Grace, but a fortunate few have indeed felt the palm of my hand.

Love was like a stock, Lizzie realized. You gambled on its paying off in the long run—but it could just as easily cost you everything.

I’m a man of words, yet you rob me of them every single time.

This isn't London, sweetheart. This is New York City and we can spot a fraud from a mile away.