“Ass in the chair, Soldier.”
“He glued the chair to my ass."Silence."Is it still...attached?""I can't get it off.”
“I picked up the phone and dialed Andrea's extension. “Yes?” “He glued the chair to my ass.” Silence.”
“How do you learn to write? You sit your ass down in a chair, in front of a laptop, for ten years. Period.”
“Curran shrugged and pulled me back to him. 'You don't pick the family you're born into. You pick the one you make. I already chose my mate and glued her ass to the chair to make sure she knew it.”
“They weren't necessarily soldiers, but you didn't have to be soldiers to be affected by it all.”