“We need to get inside. I think my hair gel’s frozen.”

“He anxiously touched his hair. "I think my hair gel's frozen.”

“I reached into my pocket and triumphantly flashed the CR-V keys Iʹd swiped when weʹd come back inside. ʺThe driver,ʺ I said.I DIDNʹT GET TO DRIVE.”

“What is it with you and frozen desserts Why do you always want them?""Because we live in a dessert.”

“I didn't think my day could get any worse until my best friend told me she might be going crazy. Again.”

“You need me? You yell. You want to leave? We go. I'll get you out of here, no matter what.”

“I can’t have it either. It affects the babies in utero.”“Nonsense,” he said, tossing his long auburn hair over one shoulder. Life would be easier if he wasn’t so damned good-looking. “Why, my mother drank wine every day, and I turned out just fine.”“I think you’re proving my point for me,” I said dryly”