“She couldn’t very well let him join her in bed like that.Sure you could.No I can’t.Please?Hush, self, let me think.’ (Grace)”

“Hush, self, let me think.”

“That was what made me think she looked exactly like a cherry bomb. Beautiful to look at but there was something alarming there as well, like a fire was nearing the end of her wick. Her eyes make me feel like if she exploded any where near me, I couldn’t help but be a very willing casualty. " - Charlie James, Callum & Harper”

“Sam…”“What?” she whispered.“Tell me what to do to fix it.”She shook her head and closed her eyes as though she couldn’t bear to see him. “You can’t fix it.”He had to. Failure here was not an option. “Let me try.”

“With a firm hushed tone, she replied, "Just let him go. Women like Anne will always be the best choice for our lifestyle""Well, that may be true, but at least when he was with me, he didn't have to drink himself to death just to get through the day”

“Well . . . I mean . . .”Her eyebrows lifted and she looked at him slyly. “You want to ask me about the fan again?”He grinned. She'd never let him live that down.”