“Hey No one makes me do anything. Not my family. Not your family...not even you.”

“It seems you don't approve of the family business Katerina. Or of me. But these chances you take... These things you do... This is a dangerous life to live... alone.”

“I sprung you because I've got a message for you""doesn't your family own a cell phone company?""only a little one”

“Sitting there that day, I knew that the only thing I could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other, hoping none of the secrets on my shoulders would make me lose my balance.”

“Hey, Macey, sorry to drop in but Cammie just had to be alone with me. You know how she gets.”

“So instead she settled on, "Did my father put you up to this?"Hale exhaled a quick laugh and shook his head. "He hasn't returned my calls since Barcelona." He leaned closer and whispered, "I think he might still be mad at me.""Yeah, well, that makes two of us.""Hey," Hale snapped. "We all agreed that that monkey seemed perfectly well trained at the time.”

“Hale, this life . . .' she started slowly, still practically speechless. 'This . . . what we do--what my family does--it looks a lot more glamorous when you choose it.''So choose it.' He handed her another envelope. Smaller this time. Thinner.'What's this?' she asked.'That, darling, is my full confession. Dates. Times.' Hale leaned against the antique table. 'I thought the crane rental receipt was a particularly nice touch.' Kat looked at him, speechless. 'It's your ticket back into Colgan. If you want it.''Hale, I . . .'But Hale was still moving, shrinking the distance between them. He seemed impossibly close as he whispered. 'And I didn't choose it, Kat. I chose you.”