“I'm fine, love. Agent Grady just needed a cuddle. And possibly a piece of my spleen.”

“You realize we’re looking at our future, right? Two of us in a retirement home, bitching about our catheters and heated blankets.”

“Can I get a cat?” Ty asked after exactly one block.
“What?”
“A cat. I want a cat. You get a bookstore, I should get a cat.”

“Deuce, the maid of honor died at your wedding,” Ty said.
“Well, I didn’t kill her,” Deuce argued.”

“Zane winced. “I just need you to know . . . I . . . I hate baseball.”
“You shut your whore mouth!”

“The Admiral Fell Inn? It’s the only hotel nearby that’s a pun; of course you headed there.”