“Let's talk about the homoerotic undertones in sports," she said.Paul thrust his head forward as if he hadn't heard right. "Excuse me?”

“Excuse me?" Jess asked in disbelief. "This is Frozen Zarek I'm talking to, right? Not some weird pod person?"He shook his head at Jess's joking. "It's me, dickless.""Hey, now, that's way too personal. I don't need to know that much about you.”

“People would never fall in love if they hadn't heard love talked about.”

“Let me tell you what I just heard. Talk, talk, talk, I. Talk, talk, talk, I. Well, what about me?”

“And the worst thing she had heard were the words he hadn't said, the fact that he hadn't loved her.”

“Good with languages," she murmured. With everything she learned about him, he got more and more interesting. Or more mysterious, depending on how you looked at it. "So, good with languages, shovels, and igloos. Anything else?"The smug look he tossed at her was so wicked it shivered right down her spine. Walked right into that, hadn't she. She shook her head and, looking away to hide her blush, moved her cardboard forward one spot. Without a doubt, he would be good at...other stuff. Jesus.”