“He had to be okay. We had no choice.”
“He had come for her. He had promised everything was going to be okay, and he had come for her, and he had looked so crazy-sexy. No, monstrous. No, sexy. Oh damn.”
“He had his choice, and he liked the worst.”
“Okay,” she said, looking around. “We had an earthquake. We had an earthquake and a strange guy in weird clothes collapsed in my bedroom.”
“The future is always changing. If we had no choices, there'd be no point in living.”
“Well, I think we just had a date," he answers quietly; then, frowning, adds, "At least I think that's what it was. I told my boss I had a date. Hope that's okay?God, could he be any more adorable? Could he?”