“Do you think, maybe, we could continue this someplace more private? Because I can see your brother watching us from behind that palm tree--and man, he's still holding that pistol."~Ryan”

“Wow,” Ryan said, taking the excedo in from his bare feet to his worn jeans and wrinkled T-shirt. “Protesting showers?”“Bite me.” Trance stood aside and let Ryan inside, despite his growled words.Ryan strode to the living room, went straight to Trance's DVD player, and inserted one of his sex discs.Trance stood in the entrance to the living room, arms crossed, leaning against the wall as if it were the only thing holding him up. “I don't remember making a movie date with you.”“Keep your dick in your pants, Romeo.” Ryan pushed Play and stood back. “What do you know about that?”Trance's eyes shot wide, and he yanked himself off the wall. “I know you need an ass-kicking if you came to watch porn with me—oh, fuck me, that's you. Turn it off! I don't need to see that.”Ryan hit the Pause button. “Well?”“Well, what?” Trance shuddered. “Christ. I'm going to have to gouge out my eyes now.”

“We had sex, didn't we?" He couldn't help but smile at her shocked expression."Online sex. Yeah, it's coming to me now." He grinned. "Who'd have thought a virgin could have asked me to do some of the things you wrote?"~Ryan”

“What do I call you when I'm making love to you? When I'm fucking you so deep you'll lose your mind?"~Ryan”

“Do you think that's enough? Do you think going back to us fucking like porn stars and then me watching you take off so you won't have to have any kind of intimate conversation is enough? I can't do that anymore."He jerked out of her grip, grabbed her shoulders and moved her aside.”

“This can't happen again, Wyatt. We're done. It's over."A palm slapped against the door, right next to her head, so hard she jumped."I don't think so.""If you think I can spend the next thirteen days seeing you, hearing you, smelling you"--he inhaled deeply and growled a little--"without touching you, you're very, very mistaken.""It's not over, Faith. It's just begun."~Wyatt”

“He lobbed a packet of jam at her...When the packet came sailing back at him, he caught it one-handed, and tore it open with his teeth."Your choice, Coco--should I put this on the toast, or on you? Either way, I'm going to eat it."~Ryan”