“Hey what's your name""Candi." She's hesitant, like that beaten dog Jade mentioned. "Candi Woodward.""I'm Ayla Monroe."She laughs uneasily. "I know.""Out, Candi Cane," Jane orders.”

“She managed to clear her throat. "I'm sure this is impossible for you to comprehend, Deuce, but somehow, some way, without formal therapy or controlled substances, every single resident in the town of Rockingham, Massachusetts, has managed to survive your long absence. Every. Single. One.”

“they were looking for housekeepers and cooks, and I was dying to get out of Australia and see the rest of the world. It's a Sagittarius thing, you know. We just move on and on, like tumbleweeds.”

“Because Lang was her fantasy on steroids and she wanted him. Bad.”

“Money doesn't make you happy," Mom insists, whipping carrots and lettuce out of the cart. "Money doesn't make you laugh when you're lonely, or make you full of contentment on Christmas morning.”

“Special Assistant Agent in ChargeLang."He nearly smiled at the title she knew she'd botched again."Just 'Mr Lang' is fine.”

“Do you have everything you need?"No. She needed blinders to keep from staring at him, and a box of tissue to wipe the drool. Throw in some steel armour for her heart and a fail-safe chastity belt, and then she'd be good to go.”