“Son of a bitch!” Hunter stared. “I fucking hate itwhen he does shit like that. That man has a supernatural relationship with gravity.”

“Darcangelo winced, gritted his teeth "Want to tell me why ... you're sitting here cuddling me, Hunter?""Rossiter says I have to keep you warm. He thinks you're in shock or some shit."Despite his words and the tone of his voice, there was really worry on Hunter's face. "Great. Thanks." Darcangelo's head fell back to rest against Hunter's vest, the big guy's strength clearly spent. A muscle clenched in Hunter's jaw. "Hey, don't mention it--ever.”

“I wish Darcangelo were here. He'd fucking hate this.”

“It’s not so much where I want you,Sophie, as it is how. Nothing tastes quite like a woman, and no woman tastes like you. - Marc Hunter”

“All those people - poor Sr. Marquez, Ana-Letitia, Sergio - they died because of me? I brought that down on them? Oh, God!"Then she turned and fled up the stairs."Well, I'd say you handled that with great sensivity.""Go to hell, Hunter!" Zach stood there, staring after her."Your first.”

“Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter”

“I...I've never met a man like you."He chuckled, a broad grin on his face. "Of that, my lady, I'm certain.”