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

“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.”

“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!”

“Days turn to night. The ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.”

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

“She drew in a breath. “So I havethis thing I do before sex. A test. An ‘Is He Inhaler Worthy?’test.”He just stared at her. “There’s a test. Before sex.”“Yes. And I should tell you, not many pass.”“Chloe?”“Yeah?”“I’d be worth the inhaler,” he said, then forced himself to walk away into the night.”

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