“She smelled like vanilla spice, or pumpkin pie, or something sweet yet sinful.”

“This was like discovering your vanilla cupcake had a chocolate fudge center.”

“Oh, the sweet, painful pleasure of anticipation!”

“No, nothing much had changed in the old neighborhood. She was still just an actress in someone else’s play.”

“She wished with one part of her soul this weren’t real and with the other that it was, but wasn’t it just another goodbye either way?”

“In fact, there was a sort of satisfaction and pride in knowing that Kiki was his. Other men could look, they could envy, they could even covet, but she was going home with him. Every. Time.”

“Every conversation they had anymore it felt like instead of unraveling the mystery, it just further entangled all of them into a twisted never-ending knot.”