“Never date a man who can’t out-drink you in tequila.”

“Men always want what they can’t have, or what other men want. It’s a scientific fact.”

“I can’t believe it’s you. Wait, why does my chart say Randy Johnson?” Reid chuckled at the ridiculous name he used for anonymity. “It’s an alias.” Wanting to erase the pained look from whatever had happened before he arrived, he gave her a wicked smile and added, “And sometimes a state of being.” Her brows gathered together for the few seconds it took to sink in, then her cheeks flushed with color and her eyes grew wide. “Reid!”

“And more often than not, who we think we need isn’t at all who we really need.”

“Reid turned to Jax and with nothing more than a look, they said more things in three seconds than most women could say in three hours. Thanks for always being there for me.No problem, you've done the same for me.I love your sister, man, I'll do whatever it takes to make her happy. I know you do, and I know you will. Plus, if you don't, I'll break your fucking legs.Fair enough.Then let's do this.Hell yeah.”

“Kyle held out his hand and Reid shook it like a good sport, but he made sure to add a little extra pressure and a meaningful stare in the universal male Don’t-f**k-with-this-chick-or-I’ll-eat-your-heart-for-breakfast-with-my-Wheaties look.”

“This is for you, for us. I wanted a tattoo of you on my skin, because I can't show you the one you've already left on my heart.”