“Buddies didn't have touchable breasts or intriguing vaginas. Buddies were people you burped around and bragged to about other women.”

“Edward, it will take time to find a willing and acceptable match, won't it? Decent men do not hang about at crossroads just waiting for ruined women to take them home.”

“We just went out for dinner. We didn't participate in a Roman orgy, I swear.”

“You're walking around here with a smile on your face, Asher. It's freaking everybody out.”

“Merry started and shook her head. No, even if the man were naked and in her shower right now, she could never just climb in there and start manhandling him. Not even in a fantasy. Because what she'd really do is screw up the courage to slip into the shower naked, and then she'd stand there awkwardly while he soaped himself. She'd probably crack a joke. Then make an excuse about how crowded it was and just slip away.”

“Can we go inside, Eve?"She inhaled quietly at the way his voice wrapped around her name. One deep syllable that had always made her wish she was called something longer and more complicated. Genevieve or Isabella. Something that would take him full seconds to say so she could feel it rumble over her skin.”

“I think he could handle being used. It would be good for him. He's having trouble sleeping.”