“Two Navy SEALs versus one angry seven-month-old," he mused, "The odds could go either way.”

“I was on the way to becoming a duchess, and I had made the Kingmaker angry. What more could a child of seven have accomplished in one day?”

“My penis is seven. Not years old or even inches. No, my genitalia is the prime number seven. Isn’t that odd?”

“... it occurred to me that never again would he be seven years, one month and six days old, so we had better catch these moments while we can.”

“You could refer to me as god and the odd curtsey wouldn’t go a miss either”

“He glanced through the kitchen door at Tori sitting in front of his laptop. Would they be together in two months? Two years? Two decades? Did he want to be with her that long? Maybe. He didn’t know and suspected she didn’t know either. Three months together wasn’t long enough to know, Actually it was. but he still needed time to…”