“I have to be honest, I’m not exactly impressed with your case,” she said, cutting him off. “All you’ve got is a sporadic string of some very minor incidents. It’s not as if anyone slapped an ass or grabbed a boob.”

“Taylor: “Show me your craftiness. I’ll give you one question.”Jeremy: “I’m a big believer in first impressions,” he finally said. “Tell me what your first thought was when Jason walked into the courtroom.”Taylor: “I vowed to hate him forever.”Jeremy: “That’s exactly what I said nineteen years ago, five minutes after he first walked into our dorm room.”....Jason : “Did I miss something?”Taylor: “You’re a bit older than I thought, Jason Andrews.”Jason glanced quickly at Jeremy, who held up his hands innocently.Jeremy: “I swear, she forced it out of me.”

“I'm a big believer in first impressions," he finally said. "Tell me what your first thought was when Jason walked into the courtroom."Taylor took a sip of her drink and grinned. This one was easy. "I vowed to hate him forever."Jeremy's brown eyes twinkled at this. "That's exactly what I said nineteen years ago, five minutes after he first walked into our dorm room.”

“Great. Okay. That, uh... was easier than I thought."Jack cocked his head. Wait a second... He couldn't decide if he was pissed or really impressed. He hooked a finger into the waistband of the workout pants she'd changed into and pulled her closer. "Did you fake me out with those tears, Cameron?"She peered up at him, defiantly, seemingly outraged by the suggestion. "Are you kidding? What, after the day I've had, I'm not entitled to a few tears? Sheesh."Jack waited."This wedding is very important to me--I can't believe you're even doubting me. Honestly, Jack, the tears were real."He waited some more. She would talk eventually. They always did.Cameron shifted under the weight of his stare. "Okay, fine. Some of the tears were real." She looked him over, annoyed. "You are really good at that."He grinned. "I know.”

“Despite the fact that she was essentially comatose, she somehow made his whole house feel different just by being there. Before it had been just a house—a very impressive house no doubt, but a house nonetheless. But for some reason, with Taylor there it felt more like a home.”

“Are you sure you’re not too tired?” Taylor taunted, lacing her fingers through his hair and pulling him between her legs. “Although you do seem to have a lot of energy for a thirty-nine-year-old.”Jason grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her mouth to his. “Thirty-eight, smart-ass. I have a December birthday.”

“J.D. scoffed at this. “Please—as if I’m worried about anything Payton has to say. What’s she going to do, give me another one of her little pissed-off hair flips?” He flung imaginary long hair off his shoulders, exaggerating. “I’ll tell you, one of these days I’m going to grab her by that hair and . . .” He gestured as if throttling someone.Without breaking stride, he returned Tyler’s serve. The two smashed a few back and forth, concentrating on the game when—Is violence always part of your sexual fantasies?” Tyler interjected.J.D. whipped around—Sexual—?”—and got hit smack in the face with the squash ball. He toppled back and sprawled ungracefully across the court.Tyler stepped over and twirled his racquet. “This is nice. We should talk like this more often.”