“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.”

“How could she be sorry about losing her virginity in a romance-novel way on a sunset sail?”

“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.”

“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.”

“Sandi couldn't bear to read about other people falling in love and having babies while her own arms and worms were so painfully empty.”

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

“She tilted her face to his, and he discovered that kissing her was something he didn't have to train for by reading a book. It came naturally.”