“Know what the best thing about morning sex is?" Caesar snorted and pinched Nate's hip. "Sex?""No," Nate laughed, "nobody has to sleep on the wet spot.”

“It's about average for us. Behavior always draws more than survey. We're the sexy ones,' Nate said with a grin.Amy snorted. 'Oh, yeah, you guys are the Mae Wests of the nerd world.'We're action nerds,' Nate said. 'Adventure nerds. Nerds of romance.”

“So what you’re saying is Nate isn’t sex on a stick?” Emma asked.Casey chuckled. “Nate is barely sex on a low fat wheat-thin. But I sowed a few wild oats back in my day, so I’m totally satisfied with what I have.” She bent over to grab up her abandoned container and silverware. Waving her fork at Emma, she said, “You, on the other hand, have a bag of oats needing satisfying.”Emma rolled her eyes. “Let’s leave my oats out of this please.”

“Know what you get when you rearrange the letters in Nate Wetherill? HATE WILL ENTER.”

“What the fuck is love anyway?Is it a phone call the next morning?Is it picking up a hundred-dollar-meal tab?Is it flowers on the fifth date?Or is it sleeping on the wet spot?”

“Oh God", Nate dropped his head down on the arm of the couch next to Si. "Has my love life really been reduced to talking to my cat about this?" Si just licked his whiskers and waited for Nate to start talking. So he did...”