Small Town Romance Quotes - Page 4

I must have a screw loose," she muttered under her breath. Satisfied the counter was clean, she squatted down and put the cleaning supplies away in the cabinet beneath the register. "Yup. There's definitely something wrong with me."t"Are you looking for confirmation on that?" Jordan's heart hitched in her chest as Gavin's familiar baritone filled the shop. "Or am I supposed to argue with you?

There are no bears on the island.”“Really, are you sure because I was hiking with my Dad and I’m sure I saw one? Either that or it was a humongous man-eating badger, with fangs. It might have been frothing at the mouth.”“Man-eating, huh? No problem then. I’m a girl.

Speaking of cupcakes, Will wants two dozen off your special menu to take on the road after the wedding.”tt“The, erm, peach kind?”t“The peach kind,” Lindsey said.t“I like the peach kind,” Josh said.tMikey had named them Sex on a Peach. And they were Kimmie’s second biggest seller, after the Hairy Dicks, which were coconut cake balls strategically placed with Dahlia’s chocolate-covered, ice cream-filled bananas.tAnd Josh’s frown had disappeared, and now he was grinning as if he knew it.tAll of it.

Right on time, sugar.” Josh draped his arm around her shoulders and steered her through the lobby. “Traffic okay?”t“Yeah, except when that alien spaceship landed on I-90 and then all those crickets jumped out to perform Beethoven’s Fifth on kazoos. Otherwise, clear sailing.

She looks like a Disney princess, but is a total badass.

Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack?" Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. "I mean, it's almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can try to muster up the energy to fake one.

He sauntered across the kitchen, six feet of male hotness and charm, heading in her direction like a drone missile locked on a target.

We all have our handicaps. You're not mine.

He caught her elbow before she'd taken more than a few steps. "Are you walking home?""Yes.""It's," he glanced at his watch, "nine o'clock."She shrugged out of his hold and continued on her way. "The Boogeyman doesn't come out until ten, so I'm good.

Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.

Jack looked over to the foot of the bed to see Edgar watching them; head cocked to one side and tail wagging furiously. “You don’t think he saw us, do you?

She hadn’t come for any of that. She came for him. Twenty feet in front of her, leaning back against the waist-high bar, stood the man she’d spent all day tracking down—the infamous Dillon James. The man who would soon have the power to take away everything she held dear.

Teeth clenched, she swiped the light switch next to the door, but all she got was a 'click.'t'Click, click.'t"Ugh," Lindsey moaned. She'd need to flip a breaker, and for that she'd need a flashlight. But that would only fix things if the power was actually on.t"I'm working on that." The deep voice with a drawl came from the dark hallway, and the man that matched it stepped out of the shadows.

I made the first move. Now it's up to him."t"Telling him you should hit the sack and get it out of your system is not making the first move.

I don't want to move out of bed."t"I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here.

Do you want to have to tell the doctor at the emergency room that the reason your wound opened up was because you couldn't keep your you know what in your pants." "First of all, I don't think I'd have to say you know what in front of the doctor.

He'd gotten in a quick swipe with his tongue the moment he'd been close enough to reach. Then, just to be sure, he went in for another sample, bathing Alex's leg with saliva, careful to miss the dangly bits between the man's legs. Edgar didn't get what the big deal was. He licked himself there all the time. However, Jack made a big deal out of it so he avoided that area like he'd been taught.

Regret isn't real," Tuck said. "It's something invented to punish ourselves.

We don’t have to tell secrets. We don’t have to talk at all. We could just, you know, kiss . . . and stuff.

I'm concerned about the woman you're holding prisoner in there," Beckett said. "Knock three times if you're being held against your will."tPhoebe gasped and answered, "I'm fine, too."t"Good." Beckett said with a chuckle. "I was afraid I'd have to call the cops on my cop brother.

Fair warning, though,” he added quietly. “When I hold you against me, I don’t plan on letting you go….”tShe gently ran the pads of her fingers down his cheek and around his clean-shaven jaw. His face really was a work of art. “Perfect. Then I’ll be right where I want to be.

You’re like this frosting.” She swiped another swirl of it on her finger, stood and leaned forward to touch it to his bottom lip. “Pretty, momentarily pleasurable, but with no real substance or sustenance.