“She stumbled back a step. “Carlos was the…?”“Panther, aye.”“He’s a cat?” And her boss was a dog. She shook her head. Was her next door neighbor a goldfish?”

“I'll talk to him before I go," Carlos grumbled."And what about the girls?" Toni asked. "They need you, Carlos.""They need a mother!" Carlos yelled. "And I need a mate."Caitlyn gasped. Hes was looking for a mate? What kind of mate? His gaze shifted towards her, and his eyes glittered with a hard, angry look."You--what?" Toni stepped back, apparently stunned."You heard me," Carlos growled."Ye want to get married?" the Scotsman asked."Don't look so shocked, Ian. Didn't want you want to get married?""Aye, but--""You can't get married," Toni declared. "You're gay."Caitlyn snorted. Were they crazy?Carlos glared at her in the shadows, then shifted his gaze to Toni. "I never said I was gay.""Of course you're gay," she insisted. "I saw you dance the samba in a hot pink sequined thong."Carlos shrugged. "So? You said I was very sexy. You were practically drooling."Ian stiffened. "When was this?""Before I met you," Toni muttered.”

“Why don’t you two take a little walk?” Eleni suggested. “The moon is beautiful tonight.”“That’s a great idea.” Robby stood, releasing Olivia’s hand. “Will ye walk with me, lass?”“Yes.” She grabbed her sweater, pulled it over her head, then fixed the clip that held her hair in place onthe back of her head.“No funny stuff,” Eleni warned. “I’ll be watching with the telescope.”

“She couldnt let that happen again. She would have to be strong. Fearless. Girdherself with righteous armor.She jumped when the door clicked shut. Oh great, that was real fearless of her.”

“Heat invaded her cheeks. She wasn't used to men seeing her whithout her clothes on. And here was in her boring white cotton bra and panties. damn, if only she'd worn her black lace undies. She winced inwardly. She'd come close to getting mauled by a jaguar, and all she could think about was the sexiness factor of her underwear? She must be in shock.”

“Shanna planted her hands on her hips."Getting drunk is not going to solve your problems." "Aye, but t'will make me no' give a damn."(Robby)”

“Connor turned to Vanda. “I’ll need to check yer bag, too.”“I thought you’d never ask.” Vanda tossed her bag onto the table. She was ready for him this time.He opened her silver evening bag. His eyes widened.She was quite proud that she’d managed to squeeze a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, her back massager, and a bottle of Viagrainto such a tiny handbag. She smiled sweetly. “Something wrong, Connor?”