“he'd been a cop long enough to know what actual perversion looked like and it sure wasn't two guys or two women going out to dinner and holding hands.”

“You broke up with me, and I spend one night with one guy who turns out to be the reason I’m even here, in domestic BLISS with your grouchy ass, and you can’t spare an evening for dinner? You are a dick.”

“You become a cop and they teach you about protecting people and keeping them safe. But they don’t tell you how it rips your heart out when you realize you can’t do it. You can’t save everybody.”

“New but…good,” Evan said, shaking his head. “A good thing.” Helena caught the look that passed between the two men and it was beautiful…the only word she could think of was beautiful. It was love and lust and such a tender expression of care she wondered if they had any clue how lovely it was to see...”

“Hey, Terry? Jim. How's it going? So, you and Mimi up for some dinner?” He paused. “No, I didn't hit my head. No, this isn't a code because I'm being held hostage.”

“I wish to God I had an answer for you right now. All I know is that…I’m not turning this car around. I’m going home with you…and we’ll see what happens from there.”

“Shut up, Kathleen.”“Shut up, Miranda.”“God, enough with the shut ups, please,” Evan said, walking down the stairs looking good enough to eat (at least to Matt)....“Hi.” Matt held up the bag of melting Ben & Jerry’s. “I uh…this belongs in the fridge.”“I’ll make room.”“I’ll follow.”“I’ll vomit,” Miranda muttered ... Kathleen took great delight in asking “Why she’s got that stupid smile on her face?”