“Her expression shut faster than a poked clam. 'I'll just get a cardigan.'He might not be a hellraiser anymore but Devin valued his reputation. 'Haven't you got anything sexy?''Yes,' said Rachel, 'my mind.”

“Shut up," I hissed. Ticked that he was taller than me, I stepped up onto a nearby coffee table. "I'm not in a cage anymore," I said, keeping enough presence of mind not to poke him in the chest with a finger. His face went startled, then cloric. "The only thing between your head and my foot becoming real close and personal right now is my questionable professionalism. And if you ever threaten me again, I'll slam you halfway across the room before you can say number-two pencil. Got it, you tall freak of nature?”

“You're all I've got, Luce. I'll do anything not to lose you," he said, his scar pinching into his cheek. "Just tell me what I'm doing wrong and I'll fix it.”

“If you're more concerned about our reputation than about me, then I'll just withdraw and not have a family anymore. p.32”

“You are the devil to talk to, Rachel," he said curtly. "Will you shut up and listen?”

“I haven't got anything against cats. I haven't got anything against elk either, but that doesn't mean I'm going to keep one in the store so I'll have a place to hang my hat.”