I’m a man of words, yet you rob me of them every single time.

This isn't London, sweetheart. This is New York City and we can spot a fraud from a mile away.

Love was like a stock, Lizzie realized. You gambled on its paying off in the long run—but it could just as easily cost you everything.

On one side of his brain, logic was standing on a chair, waving its arms to get his attention. On the other side, lust and yearning rubbed their hands together in unholy anticipation.