“Grace’s gaze skimmed over her, taking in the various marks of possession that decorated her flesh. “Well, short of having ‘Property of Trey Coleman’ tattooed on your forehead, he couldn’t have made it any clearer that he considered you his, could he?”

“Taryn marvelled at how all the males could walk at such a leisurely pace yet look extremely menacing at the same time. Each of them suddenly seemed two inches taller than what they truly were and had the most sinister look. Trey… well that was another matter altogether. Scarp hostile and sinister, the guy looked like he needed a rabies shot.”

“The good Lord had been having a very creative day when he made Connor McKenzie”

“He dropped his forehead to hers. “I know I’m a little fucked up. Don’t give up on me baby. I’m not saying that things will suddenly be perfect. I’m a guy, and guys can be stupid. I admit I need the room to mess up a little. I can’t promise I won’t piss you off again, but I can promise you that I’ll never deliberately hurt you. Nothing is more important to me than you. Nothing.”

“Erections don’t equal personal growth, Trey”

“No need to take it out on me that you're so wrinkled you have to screw your hat on.”

“Taryn,” he drawled in an impatient tone, “I am your mate –”And I’m stubborn, if you want absolute obedience, get a Labrador.”