“I didn't mean to push your psycho button.”

“If you hurt her I'll make you pay. I may be old, but that doesn't mean I can't make you suffer.""Damn right. You've got the AARP on your side.”

“Okay. Take a peek, but I swear if you try anything funny, I’ll beat your head in with my flashlight.”

“Go back to your wife....you man whore!" Shouted the old woman, raising her walker for another strike.”

“Brooke?" he finally found the sense to ask. "What are you doing here?""I need a gun."This was not how his dream was supposed to go.”

“Hi." Paul said from her couch, flooding her system with adrenaline. He'd kicked off his shoes and was lounging there as if he had the right to be in her home. "I let myself in. You left the balcony door open." Andrea stopped in her tracks and it took a few seconds to find her tongue. "I never leave my doors unlocked or open." she paused, "and we are three stories up.”

“You stay here, stay safe." He kissed her forehead and darted out the door, sword in hand." Nika turned to glare at Logan. "You try to stop me and I'll find a dozen new and interesting ways to make you regret it." Logan lifted his elegant hands, a small smile playing at the corners of his luscious mouth. "I would never dare to stand between a woman and the man whom she plans to teach a lesson. I prefer to watch the show.”