“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...”

“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?”

“Griffin Drake and his MacBook were the best of friends, more intimate than lovers. He slept with it. He cared for it with specially made cleaning cloths and cans of air to keep it dust free. Plants and fish had died under his watch with alarming regularity, but the computer-the computer was tended like a child.”

“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.”

“I know this is like the worst possible time, but I really need to tell you that I love you. Okay? Because I do. And you don't have to say it back or anything, but that's how it is.”

“Words just confused things -- when they held each other like this, it made so much more sense.”

“How are you going to find the right person if you think everyone is just trying to use you?”