“It was a surprise party, Parker,” America said softly.“Oh,” Parker said, cringing.“You’re throwing me a surprise party?” I asked America.She shrugged. “It was Trav’s idea. It’s at Brazil’s on Sunday. Six o’clock.”

“Sometimes we hate her,” Laurel said, then smiled at Parker. “But it’s a hare based on love.”

“You know what it was like? It was like thinking I was heading to a surprise party and instead it was a surprise pap smear.”

“I can be agreeable," said Fairweller. "If the other party is.""Oh,well," said Bramble. "There goes that, then.”

“I figured you for a hooker."Lily blinked at him.Neither of them moved.Even Elvis quit singing..."A hooker?...What a dilemma for you, Detective Ross. Here you are, the quintessential defender against evil--""Knock it off, Lily.""The epitome of all that's good--"Growling, he said, "You're asking for it.""A regular White Knight, and you thought the damsel in distress was a soiled dove."...Taking him by surprise, Lily drew up short, pulled him around, and threw herself into his arms. "You're precious, Parker, you really are."-Lily and Parker”

“You are not just a big-picture girl for me, Brooke Parker. You’re the only picture.”