“For one week, all I could think about was drinking margaritas--well, that and running my tongue along Reyes's teeth--but I didn't have salt--or Reyes's teeth. I'd also lacked the energy to leave my apartment to get some--or the desire to stoop low enough to beg Reyes to let me lick his teeth after what he did--so I could only wish for a margarita. And dream of Reyes's teeth.I'd secretly hoped a margarita would magically appear in my hand, but that would mean I would have to put down the remote, and God knew that was not going to happen.”

“Damn it. Reyes could be such a butthead. Freaking Antichrists.”

“Reyes, what happened?” He‘d been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of contact. I really hated to interrupt, but … “Reyes, are you listening to me?”He raised his head, a sensual grin playing at the corners of his mouth, and said, “I‘m listening.”“To what? The sound of blood rushing to your nether regions?”“No,” he said with a husky chuckle that made me tingle everywhere. “To your heartbeat.”

“I can hear other things, too. Before you came around, I had no idea a man could make a girl scream like that. Reyes seems very talented.”

“I have them a few minutes to absorb everything while I teased Ubie, who only had to recover from his near-death experience. I was so glad Reyes hadn't ripped him to shreds. I liked him much better un-shredded. Unlike, say, my preference for lettuce or heavy metal guitar solos.”

“Charley: If you‘re not going to tellme where you are, if you‘re not going to trust me to help you, then why are you here? Why bother?Reyes: Because you‘re the reason I breathe.”

“Reyes Farrow. Because perfection is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.”