“Darlin'...I know what you look like when you've been kissed.”

“How do I look?" Amanda asked.Jack shook his head ruefully as he glanced at her. No one could mistake the remaining flush on her cheeks, or the soft sparkle of her eyes, or her lusciously swollen mouth, for anything other than the results of physical passion. "Like you've been ravished," he said flatly.She astonished him by smiling. "Hurry, please. I want to go inside my house and consult a looking glass. I've always wanted to know what a ravished woman looks like.”

“You're so full of it, darlin'.”

“The truth is, you can never really know a man until you've loaned him money. And you can never know a woman until you've slept in her bed.”

“What are you thinking?" he asks.I know Gage hates it when I cry - he is completely undone by the sight of tears - so I blink hard against the sting. "I'm thinking how thankful I am for everything," I say, "even the bad stuff. Every sleepless night, every second of being lonely, every time the car broke down, every wad of gum on my shoe, every late bill and losing lottery ticket and bruise and broken dish and piece of burnt toast."His voice is soft. "Why, darlin'?""Because it all led me here to you.”

“Kiss me,” she said urgently.Sam’s eyes flickered with mild surprise. “Right now?”“Yes.”“What kind of kiss?”“What do you mean, what kind of kiss? Just a regular kiss.”“A friendly kiss, or a romantic kiss? Are we supposed to be going out together, or—““Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she exclaimed, and pulled his head down to hers.”

“You don’t annoy me.” Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. “I thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your foot’s been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable . . . but also good. Do you understand what I mean?”“Yes. I make your feet tingle.”A smile came to his lips. “Among other things.”