“You want to play head games?" Molly snarled, her blue eyes blazing. "Let's go.”

“Student-Athletes, Remember Play the Game, don't let the Game Play You.”

“Here, let me help." Owen grabbed a slice of toast with butter and jelly and held it up to her mouth.She took a big bite. She looked up and found his eyes blazing, that odd light flickering faintly behind the blue and brown. "What could possibly be turning you on about this situation?”

“She'll never really let me go. She likes the game too much.""Then stop playing it.”

“Before she could finish that thought, Dare kissed her on the top of the head. "You're more fragile than you realize, Molly Alexander." He caught her chin, turning her face toward him. "Don't push yourself. I want you - that's not going to change. I can't say I won't kiss you, but how far and how fast we go is up to you.”

“I would play ball with Catherine, and hide and seek: Not a very challenging game in an open meadow, but she was still at the age where she believed that if she shut her eyes and buried her head under a shawl then she could not be seen.”