It was my turn to blink.

Gardner led practices with the assistance of the fitness coach and one of the other assistants while the infamous frankfurter did what he always did: a whole bunch of nothing.

I fisted my hand. “You don’t – you’ve never even had a girlfriend.” “So? Want me to lie and tell you I’ve had a couple dozen? Or you good with knowing it’ll only be you?” Well. Hell. “You’re too young. You’re too sweet. You’re too good for me. But I’m done standing around trying to suck up all the goodness you make me feel without you even knowing, Luna. You are my girl. Just you. Nobody else ever has or will be.

If you want, you can tell me which two romances you read that you enjoyed. I’m curious, and by curious, what I’m trying to tell you is that I want to read them.

Como estas?” He fell into that quick, soft accented Spanish that was a little foreign to me.

I was a chicken, but I wasn’t a quitter.

Grandson: Were you in the war, Grandpa? Grandpa: Yes, I was a fighter pilot. Kid’s mom: Weren’t you stationed in Illinois, Dad? Grandpa: Yes, and I’ll have you know not one enemy aircraft got passed Missouri! Good.

A fan of that ass, more than likely, I figured.

I’m sorry for making it seem like you broke my heart. Sometimes I forget it got broken a long time before I met you.

Why does Leia wear buns on her head? In case she gets hungry in a Senate meeting!