“Oh, honey. You picked the wrong bear to poke.”

“I hate that you went through hell for years and that you suffered. But without your past, you and I wouldn’t have a future.”

“Look, you don’t know what makes me tick, so stop assuming you do.”

“He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. Who knew Miss California would be good in a bar fight.”

“Make Me Crazy. Make me nuts! I don’t care as long as you’re here. With me.”

“You make me crazy,” she muttered as she obeyed. “Likewise,” he countered.”

“Oh, honey. You picked the wrong bear to poke.”

“In fact, I’ve been thinking; lips like that have got to be soft as a rose petal. You wouldn’t mind if I tested them out, would ya, sweetheart?”

“You have exactly three seconds to get out of here before I do everything I’ve been thinking about since the first day I saw you. You decide. Now.”

“What was it about this infuriating woman that reduced him to a twelve-year-old at the pool?”

“Kissing Travis was like licking raw cookie dough off the spoon; it might be bad for her, but it was too delicious to care.”