“I swung the door open and seductively leaned against it. The ultimate badass looked like he was having a heart attack.”

“Got plans for the rest of the day?"I looked back at him and my heart just stopped. Then it just started again thudding erratically. What the hell does that mean? I feel like I'm having a heart attack."No plans," I whispered. Test drive your mattress? Let me pretend to be a Skittle and you can taste my rainbow? Fifty Shades me? Please! Oh, holy horror, I'm freaking losing it.”

“You know, that's the fairy-tale I'd write for you, Grace. You and Shane. One hot rock star badass and one beautiful rock star badass with a happily ever after.”

“I didn't flinch, I didn't move away, and I leaned into him. I wanted him to think that Grace would have loved him, because she would have.”

“I glared at Shane, who gave me an innocent look. With the most serious expression I could make, I joked, “Some of my close friends have called me Black Widow, because after I sleep with someone, I kill them.” Shane looked at me evenly, matching my serious expression, “I have no doubt in my mind that you have had that effect on men, since I feel like I’ve died every time you’ve smiled at me.”

“You have had my heart with you for thousands of years, and I have been so empty until now.”

“No, Grace. I don't have a heart. I did once, but I gave it to a girl and I let her keep it when she died.”