“Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.”

“It’s brown.” So maybe I had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. “It’s the lighting,” I said.“Yeah, maybe it’s the lightbulbs.” His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.”

“Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.”

“Patch smiled. “You come by your red hair naturally?”I stared at him. “I don’t have red hair.”“I hate to break it to you, but it’s red. I could light iton fire and it wouldn’t turn any redder.”

“I don’t like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, I have you to come home to.”

“If you need one more reason, I love you.”

“You're staying here, Angel.""You're taking this one alone?""First, Hank can't see us together. Second, I don't like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I love you.”