“Every minute with you, Darling Eve, is a minute to treasure."She slid a glance toward him as she uncoded the seal. "You really do want sex.""I'm still breathing, so that would be yes.”

“Do you ever miss him?Every day. Every minute.Every minute, she says. Yes, it's that way, isn't it?”

“I Ignore the unwelcome stab of disappointment. Why do I want to spend every single minute with this controlling sex god? Oh yes, I've fallen in love with him, and he can fly.”

“And yes, I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with him, of every concerned expression you send his way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip him to pieces and purge him from your mind and from your heart. But I can’t.”

“The minute you begin to do what you really want to do, it's really a different kind of life.”

“Hold on a minute." She leaned out the window, shouted at the messenger who'd nearly sideswiped her vehicle with his jet-board. "Police property, asshole. If I had time I'd hunt you down and use that board to beat your balls black.""Darling Eve, you know how that kind of talk thrills and excites me. How can I keep my mind off sex now?”