“By George, the next time he found himself on the road all alone late at night, he was going to whistle along to every damn song on the radio."That'll show them," he snarled, though he had no idea who he'd be showing nor why he nearly tore the knob off when he shut off the radio.”

“Matt found that endearing. And disturbing in ways he didn't want to acknowledge.”

“He smiled, which was not at all what she'd expected. It wasn't just a polite smile, either. It was the kind that made her want to sit on the front-porch swing, if she'd had a swing, and hum romantic songs from the thirties, those terrific old songs that talked about red sails in the sunset and the glory of love.”

“After all, he was human, in spite of rumors to the contrary.”

“Matt felt vindicated. See. If he'd rushed things and let his passion get the upper hand he might not have learned whether she like beef.”

“He hadn't eaten a bite of breakfast, sex always made him hungry. Suddenly Matt realized he was starving.”

“Not that he was any expert on the subject, but Matt believed he could tell a lot about a woman by observing the way she watched a sunset.”