“She's the princess, Colt!" Addie grabbed his arm. "She's just like we imagined, isn't she?"Napier hopped down to inspect the wound. "You imagined the princess with a hole in her leg? How sick.""Get away from her," Colt scoffed. "You're halfway under Tucker's skirts.""I'm a doctor!""No, you're not!”

“Napier grinned. "I'm flattered.""I'm sure you are," Colt said. "You've always been optimistic in your interpretations.”

“Napier surfaced next to her and propped his arms on the ledge. "I meant to ask - can you swim?""No," she said through chattering teeth, "Actually I can't."He cocked his head to the side and looked perplexed. "Your lips are blue.""I'm cold," she said curtly."Want me to warm you up?" he asked, grinning."I'd rather be cold," she snapped, hating him more by the second.”

“Don't you own a pair of riding pants?"Tucker shook her head, wondering how fast horses were.Lorelei shot her sister a harsh glare. "Why does it seem as if she's never ridden a day in her life?"Vivian crossed her arms. "Because I brought her to a manor, not a stable.”

“They will base that judgment on whatever the status of your escort and manners are.""Escort and manners?" Tucker scoffed. "What good are manners? 'I'm sorry sir, for stealing your change.'"Vivian jerked the girl's arm sharply. "No more of that, Tucker. The stealing or the attitude.”

“Tucker met his eyes and set her hand in his. "I've never met a gypsy before.""I'm honoured to be your first." He kissed her knuckles coyly.”

“I haven't decided yet if you're witty or clueless.""All of the above," Napier answered. "Unless charming is an option, of course.”