“ 'You don't have any neuroses, which is annoying. You have quirks, which make up for it a little. But you're mostly irritatingly stable and normal.' ”

“If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.”

“Okay, you're right about that. But this whole ghost thing's irritating.""Park benches are irritating to you in some moods.""Depends on whether or not I want to sit down.”

“I'll be sure to pass your comments along to the manager-after I fire him for letting you in.""Don't be cranky,Josh." She slanted her most persuasive smile his way, only slightly annoyed when she saw it didn't make a dent. "I'm sorry I woke you up.I wasn't thinking about the time.""Not thinking is one of your most highly honed skills.""I'm not going to fight with you, and I'm not going to apologize for not sleeping with you just because your ego's bruised."His smile was thin and sharp as a scalpel. "Duchess, if I'd gotten your clothes off,you not only wouldn't have to apologize,you'd be thanking me.""Oh,I see I'm mistaken.Your ego's not bruised, it's just painfully swollen.”

“And you just had to rush right over here to rub my face in it.""Nope. I rushed right over here to slap your face in it.""A rude but effective wake-up call," Laura commented and earned a shocked stare."I expected better from you.""You shouldn't have." Hands brisk and competent, she affixed a shiny silver bow to the box. "If you don't want to tell us what happened between you and Josh,fine.But you can't expect us to sit around quietly while you mope.""I have not been moping.""We've been cleaning up the blood spilling out of your heart for weeks." Kate passed Laura her credit card. "Face it,pal, you're just no fun anymore.""And that's all this friendship is about?Fun? I thought I might get a little support,a little sympathy, a little compassion.""Sorry," Laura imprinted the card with a steady sweep. "Fresh out.”

“Do you always get away with the outrageous?""Mostly. Are you always s beautiful in the morning?""Don't waste your charm.""It's all right, I have more.”

“You did study art there?" Gennie persisted.Grant watched the smoke rise and the haze of heat that rippled the air. "Why?""Because it's obvious from that wicked little caricature you drew of me that you have talent, and that you've had training. What are you doing with it?""With what?"Gennie drew her brows together in frustration. "The talent and the training. I'd have heard of you if you were painting.""I'm not," he said simply."Then what are you doing?""What I want. Weren't you going to make a salad?""Damn it, Grant-""All right, don't get testy.I'll make it.”