“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.”

“Lucy Marie Maris...I am completely and utterly in love with you. And as god is my witness- no matter how long it takes- someday I will be worthy enough to be your husband, because I can't bear the thought of living without you.”

“I want you to channel Jessica Rabbit and give him a show.”

“Since when?” she challenged.“Since when has my heart been with you?” She nodded. He stepped closer and framed her face in his large hands. “Quite possibly from the first time I heard you snort.” He placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Very probably when you flirted with our waiter.” A warm kiss on the freckle by her eye. “Almost certainly the first time you fell asleep in my arms.” A small kiss on the opposite cheek. “And most definitely the night we made love.” Finally, a tender kiss on the lips.”

“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.”

“Was it possible to physically feel the moment you lost your heart to someone? Because Lucie was fairly sure she'd just lost hers, and the spot where it should have been literally hurt.”

“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!”