“Grab it while you can because tomorrow could suck you dry.”

“Somethings in life are out of your control. you can make it a party or a tragedy. Or, you could refuse to take the next step. You could refuse to take what you wanted most because you're afraid some day you might lose it.”

“I'll want you just as much tomorrow," he murmured, stroking her hair. "And a year from tomorrow. I can promise to wait to ask you again, Shelby, but I can't promise to wait until you're ready to answer.”

“I'm okay. It's exciting, and a little unnerving - but in a really cool way. Why are you so calm?""You sucked in all the excitment.”

“Some people refuse to take the next step. You could refuse to take what you wanted most, because you're afraid someday you might lost it.”

“Up to this point your life has pretty much sucked. You’re not responsible for that. But you are responsible for what happens from here on.”

“Can you cook?""No."Drawing her brows together, she grabbed both of his ears and drew his head up. "Not at all? That's remarkably chauvinistic for a man whose policies primarily reflect the feminist viewpoint."Alan lifted a brow. "I don't expect you to be able to cook either." Amusement shot into his eyes. "Can you?"Shelby struggled with a grin. "Barely.""I find that odd for someone with your appetite.""I eat out a lot.”