“I am not a snob, because I know opulence doesn't stamp out ignorance and unhappiness.”

“Summer’s a total cocktease.” He shrugs, repeating himself. “It always ends.” He’s right about that. Summer always ends.”

“You’re saying you don’t want me?”Aw hell. “No, I’m saying this is a bad idea.”“You’re the king of bad ideas,” he reminds me. “At least this one ends with both of us feeling good.”

“I am not a snob, because I know opulence doesn't stamp out ignorance and unhappiness.”

“Seeing him was a sucker punch to the gut. Once upon a time he’d loved her. And then when he’d stopped, it wasn’t really his fault.”