“Mitch glanced at Ralph and back at Brendon. “I think he’s snoring.” “Or those are hunger growls.” “Bastard.”

“Morrie: And the biggest one of those values, Mitch?Mitch: Yes?Morrie: Your belief in the importance of your marriage.”

“I’m very close to my dad. He’s about six inches away right now and snoring in my ears.”

“He opened the front door and Gwen said, “Lock?”He stopped immediately. “Yeah?” Did he have to sound so eager when he was the one making the decision to go? Damn him! “Uh…could you leave him here? He kind of comes with the place.” Frowning, Lock glanced down. “Oh, jeez!”Oh, jeez?“Sorry about that.” He immediately dropped the lion he’d dragged from the couch to the door, back to the couch, and back to the door. “Habit. Usually I bat my prey around until they stop fighting and drag them off to the brush to…well…you know.” He looked down at Mitch. “Sorry about that…uh…”“Mitch,” she told him. “Mitch. Right. Sorry about that, Mitch. And nice to meet you.”

“God, he’s such a cocky, arrogant bastard at times. And I totally fancy him. No I don’t.Yes, I do.No. I. Don’t.Ah fuck.”

“I slid Mallory a glance. “He’s (Jeff) your test? He thinks anything with breasts looks good.” "Since you don’t qualify, that’s why I asked him over.”