“We're getting married as soon as possible,' he said.'Is that what you call a proposal?''I'm not much of a romantic, honey, but you already know that. And I won't be much of a bargain as a husband, but I have a feeling you'll whip me into shape without too much trouble. Heck, by the time we have kids, I'll probably be downright domesticated.”

“Have you ever done any running or jogging?” Hawk asked.[...]“I walk,” she told him. “I’ve never had any desire to run or jog.”“Why not? Don’t you like to sweat?”“As a matter of fact, I don’t.” She smiled. “Besides, Southern ladies never sweat. We don’t even perspire.”“Then what the hell do you do?”“We glow.”

“You'd think after seven years of riding, I'd have you broken in by now.' She licked him intimately.”

“It's obvious Plott doesn't have any idea where he's going.”

“He had wanted. He had needed. He had desired. And he had taken. But he had never loved.”

“He had to take Plott unaware.”

“Ride em, cowgirl,' he said.And she did.”