"What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?"
"So, we wait until tomorrow night, and when you say the word, I cross over and haul you both out. Right? That's it?" "With any luck, yes." Luck? We were depending on luck? Nash is so screwed."
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Source: Rachel Vincent (2010). “My Soul to Keep”, p.195, Harlequin
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