“At least she hadn’t bothered to put any mascara on this morning; otherwise, shewould certainly have serious panda eyes and look even more frightful.”

“Yes, I call my scooter Jessie, and I don't think that's weird in the slightest."(...) "Doesn't your truck have a name ?" she asked Blake with mock surprise."Sure. Toyota...”

“Why would you ever choose to die?’‘Because a life with no end loses meaning. Death defines life.One day, I hope to find a good reason to die.”

“His sleeve rode up, revealing an armband tattoo that hadn’t been there before. She was not the kind to get turned on by tattoos, normally, but this one, on the hard-muscled arm of the man she’d once loved, the man she was stuck here with—dangerous. Too dangerous.”

“I need you to help me lift the plane so I can put this under it.”She stared. “You’ve clearly mistaken me for the Incredible Hulk.”The familiar charming grin flashed as he glanced at her legs. “No. Never that. It’s not as heavy as it looks.”

“She was as soft, as sexy as he remembered. Her taste hadn’t changed, her mouth moved beneath his the same way, as if those three years had never passed. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, and hers rose to meet him, glided along his, so right, so right.”

“He lifted his head and looked into her eyes as he tugged at her shirt, pulling it from beneath her, pulling it over her head until she lay beneath him in her bra, and an insubstantial one at that. His nostrils flared as he took in the sight of her in the dim light, and he trailed his fingertips over the slope of her breast to touch her extended nipple. She held her breath in anticipation as he paused, then rolled it between his fingers. When he bent his head, she closed her eyes, and let the heat of his mouth become the focal point of her world.”