“I don’t want to scare the guests with a big old guard dog,” Tara protested.“Safety is far more important than worrying about what anyone else thinks,” Sawyer told her.“You’re right, of course.” Tara looked at her sisters. “We’ll think about both an alarm and a dog.”“We can borrow Izzy from Jax,” Maddie said.“Sure,” Tara said. “And she can lick the next bad guy to death.”

“Where did that flashlight come from?" Chloe asked. "My purse."Chloe looked at Tara. "She carries a flashlight in her purse.""For emergencies," Maddie said, trying to see into the yard."You have any chocolate?" Chloe asked hopefully. "For emergencies?""Of course. Side Pocket, next to the fork.”

“Oh my God," Maddie whispered, horrified. "I rented him that boat. Does that make me a murderer?"Tara's heart clutched. "He's not dead yet.""Hurry," Maddie called to Ford. "I can't be the one who killed Tara's ex!" I look terrible in orange!”

“If I looked like him,” Tara said. “I’d want to have sex with myself. All the time.”

“She’s drunk dialing contractors ” Chloe said to Tara. “Someone should stop her.”

“Tara moved into the kitchen and went still at the condition of it. "Formica countertops," she said as if she'd discovered asbestos.”

“Sugar," Tara said in a voice that was pure Pissed-Off South. "You need to go far, far away."A few weeks ago, he'd have taken that to mean she didn't want to see his face within a six-hundred-mile radius. Now he knew the truth. He distracted her. He could live with that. "Came to see if I can help.""I think I know how to make burgers," she said smoothly. "But bless your heart."In other words, f*** off and die.”