“Plus, I was about to spend six weeks with Christian Ozera. He was sarcastic, difficult, and made jokes about everything. Actually, he was a lot like me.It was going to be a long six weeks.”
“The memory of the American public is about six weeks.”
“There's the obituary to look for the next week, six column inches about nothing that really mattered”
“Six weeks is a long time to wait, and a still longer time for a girl to keep a secret…”
“Don't worry, I won't bite. Well, at least not in the way you're afraid of." He chuckled at his own joke.- Christian Ozera.”
“Its been six weeks," he murmured. "Six weeks I've wanted you. I know how you move, and how the sunlight makes a shadow on the curve of your cheek, and the shape of your ear." He chucked harshly then turned his head on the pillow to look at her. "I'm dying," he said. He dropped his fist against his chest. "Right here, you're killing me.”