Extraits

“Nobody likes failure, G. But I maintain that this isn’t failure. This is just one moment in time.” “A moment in time,” she echoes weakly. “Yes, and right now, in this moment, you’re down. But that’s okay because I’m here to lift you up.” “Always?” she whispers, peering at me with those big gray eyes. “Always. You fall, I pick you up. Always.”

“And ironically, it’s not my reaction he needs to worry about. He just called me immature and graceless in front of my asshole husband, my asshole brother, and my asshole father. That’s bad enough. But it’s the mama bear he triggered.”

“The problem with being a woman is that you never know what a NO will get you. Is it going to earn me an understanding nod and an okay, well, have a great night, it was nice talking to you? Or will it get me a you entitled bitch, what, you think you’re too fucking good for me?”

“I came to kiss you.”

My mouth falls open. I stare at him for a moment. “You…drove all the way here to kiss me.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t judge him. You get me flowers all the time.”

“Twice,” I growl. “That doesn’t count as all the time.”

“It’s two times more flower-giving than I would ever expect from you.”

I walk her to her bedroom, and she stands on her tiptoes to whisper, "Sneak in when everyone's asleep?"

"Absolutely not."

"Come on."

"I already told you, I'm not touching you under your father's roof. This situation is precarious enough."

"What about sexy texting?"

I stubbornly shake my head. "What if he and I accidentally switch phones?"

"Why would that ever happen? Come on, just one dick pic."

"What is your obsession with me?" I drawl. "Do I need Jensen to send you his PowerPoint on sex addiction?"

Ryder & Gigi, p.401

“Dean flashes a smile. He’s got those chiseled male model looks that keep getting better with age. I’ve seen pictures of him from his college days and he was smokin’ back then, but I think he looks even better now.”

“Damn it. Now I know why my mom can never stay mad at him. It’s because he goes around saying things like that.”

“I would like to congratulate each and every one of you for ruining my Saturday plans with my granddaughter. She’s ten years old and recently developed an affinity for tiger sharks, and she cried when I told her I couldn’t take her to the aquarium today. Everyone, give yourselves a round of applause for making a ten-year-old girl cry.”

“My heart clenches at the sound of her voice. It’s crazy how much you can miss someone’s voice when you’re no longer hearing it every day.”