Ann Bruce

“Is this how you get dates? You drag women into your car, lock them inside and don't let them out till they've agreed to go out with you?”

“Have dinner with me tonight."Augusta blinked, mind blank. Then said, "The five-second rule applies here. You can take the invite back and we can pretend you never asked."He scowled and repeated, "Have dinner with me.”

“I tried to not peek,” said Dean.Confused, Parker paused mid-bite, then lifted a brow. “Tried?”“I’m male and straight.”

“With his forefinger and middle finger, he tipped her chin up. A corner of his mouth kicked up wickedly, as if he knew she was mentally undressing him. “My face is up here.”

“It's only one date. I can do it. And you'll probably lose interest afterward.""No other woman's ever needed to give herself a pep talk to spend time with me.""That you know of.”

“Since I enjoy intelligent conversation, I generally want an IQ that's larger than the bra size.”“So, if I’m a drooling idiot, you’ll leave me alone?”

“Are you setting me up?""Dear God in heaven, no! She's sworn off relationships with men, so you're safe. Besides, I don't think anything permanent would work with you." She paused. "I was thinking more along the lines of a fling.""Jesus Christ," Jake muttered, running a hand down his face. "You're pimping me out.”

“What are you smoking and why aren’t you sharing?”

“I can't fix stupid and I can't fix lazy.”

“Just because it fits doesn't mean it looks good.”