“Sunny laughed. "It's okay. You're right, Emma. My name is unusual, but I like to think of it as... special also."Special?Sam cocked his head as he studied Sunny. Almost all of her hair had escaped out of her ponytail now. She wore a baggy pink sweatshirt and had on the kind of drawstring plaid pants that would've set Bozo the Clown's heart pitter-pattering with envy. Her yellow tennis shoes were covered with dog hair.Yeah, special was one word for her.”

“Sunny laughed. "It's okay. You're right, Emma. My name is unusual, but I like to think of it as... special also."Special?Sam cocked his head as he studied Sunny. Almost all of her hair had escaped out of her ponytail now. She wore a baggy pink sweatshirt and had on the kind of drawstring plaid pants that would've set Bozo the Clown's heart pitter-pattering with envy. Her yellow tennis shoes were covered with dog hair.Yeah, special was one word for her.”

“You are still the creator of your own destiny. Don't overlook the journey.”

“Jack had a way of sneaking up on her, like a cold or...a chin hair.”

“You know, typically a nickname is shorter than the given name.”“Is it?” he asked in mock seriousness. “Oh. Well, tell you what, you can call me…”She waited several beats, thinking of more than a few unkind examples. “I can call you what?” she finally asked.“That’s it.” He shot her his bone-melting smile. “You can just call me. Anytime.”She rolled her eyes, refusing to give in to the smile that threatened. “That sounds like a line from one of your movies.”He shot her a triumphant look. “Ah, ha! I knew you were a fan.”

“Wait a minute,” Sandra said, sounding skeptical. “You were really stuck?”Things were starting to get worse.Her mouth dropped open and she began to laugh—the kind of laugh that would have been music to his ears if she were laughing with him and not at him.Things were definitely worse.”

“She'd hardly describe Trent as "cute." Adonis, stud-like, hottie McHot Hot, even pulchritudinous - all acceptable descriptions. Hardly just cute.”

“I've done a lot of stupid things because of my fear of taking a chance on someone. But the most stupid thing I ever did was push you away.”

“Laird suffered second degree burns ...in the frank and beans area, if you know what I mean." Trent winced. That must have been one hell of a breakup.”

“She hesitated a moment then slipped her arm through his. "Just remember, I lead, you follow." "Okay, but when we're dancing at the wedding, I lead, you follow." She sighed dramatically. "I guess I can agree to that." He chuckled. "See? I have a feeling this the beginning of a beautiful fake relationship." She worried her bottom lip as they walked toward the kitchen together. "I'm sure glad one of us feels that way.”

“Why do I feel the need to be polite? It was not good seeing him. It was torturous. I hope I can avoid him the rest of the night." "Maybe he'll trip and fall into the pool." "Ryan can't swim." "Then I'll push him into the pool.”

“When I take you in my arms, I wonder how on earth I ever survived without know what that felt like before I met you.”