“Silence reigned. Well, except for Mallory's thundering heartbeat. She was in an attic loft, flat beneath her Mr. Wrong. Her common sense was screaming flee! But her secret inner bad girl was screaming oh please can't we have him? Just once?-Mallory”

“I can't do this," she whispered.He nodded. "I know.""I want to but I--""It's okay." He brushed a kiss over her jaw and then was gone, proving for the second time now that he was, after all, her perfect Mr. All Wrong.-Mallory and Ty”

“Mallory, I lo—""Wait!" This was from Amy, and she looked at Mallory. "I'm sorry, but don't you think you should tell him about the car before he finishes that sentence?""No," Mallory said, giving Amy the evil eye. She wanted the rest of Ty's sentence, dammit!Ty frowned. "What's wrong with the Shelby?""Nothing," Mallory said quickly."Nothing," Amy agreed. "Except for the dinged door where she parked too close to the mailbox.""Oh my God," Mallory said to her. "What are you, the car police?""The classic car police," Amy said smugly."You parked the Shelby on the street?" Ty asked Mallory incredulously.She went brows-up."Okay," he said, lifting his hands. "It's okay. Never mind about the car.”

“Dennis had just kissed her once, and she was screaming for a hamburger.”

“I can't believe you lied about chocolate," Mallory said. "Lying about chocolate is...sanctimonious. Do you remember all those bad girl lessons you gave me?"Amy rubbed the spot between her eyes where a headache was starting. "You mean the lessons that landed you the sexy hunk you're currently sleeping with?""Well, yes. But my point is that maybe you need good girl lessons. And good girl lesson number one is never tease when it comes to chocolate."-Amy and Mallory”

“Mallory asked sympathetically, reaching for the syrup, her engagement ring catching the light.Amy shielded her eyes. "Jeez, Mallory, stop waving that thing around—you're going to blind us. Couldn't Ty have found one smaller than a third world country? Or less sparkyly?”