“I hate you, Asher Adams," she cried desperately, wanting it to be true, knowing it to be an out-and-out lie."I love the way you hate me," he whispered in a sexy voice.”

“Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, "Is life a multiple choice test or is it a true or false test?" ...Then a voice comes to me out of the dark and says, "We hate to tell you this but life is a thousand word essay.”

“I hate you.”“I know,” he whispered.“Kiss me.”He didn’t hesitate.”

“Why would he do that? I thought--he said--he loved me." "As if I needed a reason to hate him more," Asher muttered, avoiding my gaze.”

“I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly."I love you," the voice whispered back.”

“Jesus?" he whispered as his voice choked "I feel so lost"A hand reached out and squeezed his, and didn't let go. "I know Mack. But it's not true. I am with you and I'm not lost. I'm sorry it feels that way, but hear me clearly. You are not lost.”