“So, what’s it gonna be, boys? We’ve got a new bartender to audition.”Cheers go up all around me. Olivia’s got a fan base already. She’s gonna make me a killing.”

“She laughs outright. And I love the sound. Makes me think of tickling her. In bed. While she’s naked. Lying on top of me.”

“You're not gonna start writing 'Hardy loves Miracle' all over your notebooks, are you? Sing her a song and post it on YouTube?”

“And the girl? I’m pretty sure he got her from a movie set where the music sounds like bow chicka bow wow. That or she’s inflatable.”

“There’s a long pause filled with enough tension for me to perceive it through a mostly-closed door.Back up, Nash! She’s about to blow!”

“I smile and I look down at Olivia where she’s curled up against me, her beautiful face relaxed in sleep.I don’t want to put names to the things I feel for her. I just want her to know I’m not going anywhere. And that I want to take care of her. To make her happy. I hope that’s enough. It has to be.”

“Oh, come on. Is that all you got?”