“There, you are officially mine for the next forty-eight hours.”
“Please. Alex, i'm begging you...forty-eight hours? Tell me you'll stay.”
“I walked to Montevallo.''Forty miles?!''Forty-two,' he corrected me. 'Well. Forty-two there. Forty-two back. Eight-two miles. No. Eight-four. Yes. Eighty-four miles in forty-five hours.''What the hell's in Montevallo?' I asked.'Not much. I just walked til I got too cold, and then I turned around.''You didn't sleep?''No, the dreams are terrible.”
“For the next eight and a half months, you're going to be mine. Every. Night.”
“Eight hours work, eight hours sleep, and eight hours recreation - Brigham Young”
“He sighed, wondering how his life had been turned upside down by this woman in less than forty-eight hours. Correction: by this woman, a pig, and a rabbit.”