“He stared at her. "How do chicks do that?" "We have uteruses- they give us magic color sense.”

“Sometimes it just doesn’t seem to matter that I know what I should be doing. I still do what I am gonna do.”

“And if her heart was breaking with every step she took, at least he would never know.”

“Oh, God, oh, God. A sense of humor. She’d thought the hardly-even-a-hint she’d caught of it a while back had been a one-off thing, but that was a joke he’d just made. An honest-to-God joke! She wanted to have his baby.”

“If you can't say anything nice, at least have the decency to be vague.”

“Huge and shadowy, with that scent and aura of heat, with the pale gleam of gray irises through dark lashes, he was Lucifer after the Fall, beautiful and primal.”

“It was pretty much the male code not to let your friends have too much fun if there was any chance you could throw a wrench in their good times.”