“....Ever since I saw you in that hallway, I've been completely fixated on getting you naked. Inappropriate as hell, but I can't fucking help it.”

“Kane was stunned by the raw emotion of Ryland's words, of the depth of reverence in his voice. Ryland was a cold killing machine, who cared only about following his own path, about revenge, about his own brand of justice. He was a warrior who felt nothing, who saw no beauty, who had no depth to his soul other than death, pain and anger, and yet his sincerity about his mother was so evident that Kane could feel the other warrior's emotion. "Son of a bitch, Ryland," he said softly, staring at the warrior he thought he knew. "Who the hell are you?"Ryland's head snapped up. "Don't swear in her prescence, you bastard. She'a fucking angel, and deserves far more than a piece of scum like you or I could ever offer her. Don't ever forget it.”

“She's mine.""Fuck that." Ryland strode across the earth right toward Kane, ignoring Kane's growl of warning. "How in hell's name did a bastard like you find an angel?”

“You can't manipulate me. I made the choice because you look like some lost puppy dog at the the thought of losing me, and I felt bad for you.”

“Yes, what's wooing?" Natalie asked."It means making a guy realize how completely awesome you are, and that he will die a horrible, suffering death if he doesn't get you as his girlfriend within the next thirty seconds," Allie explained.”

“It's sexy as hell to see you holding my weapon.”

“Don't even tell me you're going to pull the old 'we both have to be naked' thing to warm you up, she mumbled.”