Quotes from Kristan Higgins

As a matter of fact, yes," I lie. "I love classical piano. Beethoven and, uh…those other guys." He cocks an eyebrow. "Name two pieces." "Um…'Piano Man' by Billy Joel." "Oh, God." "And 'Tiny Dancer' by Elton John." He grins suddenly, and his face, which is already too nice of a face, transforms into gorgeous.

The walk of shame, please. It was the walk of pride today.

It looks like he's seducing the music out of the piano, and though I know nothing about piano performance, I can see that to be great, a pianist has to do just that… seduce the instrument, win it over, become part of the great, beautiful piano and the music itself.

When things went right, it was generally because the woman had cleverly manipulated the guy into good dating behavior. He'd call when he said he would. Put some thought into dates. He'd ask questions about her life because she didn't vomit up all her personal history in the first ten minutes.

He had all the rough and sultry appeal of Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront. Clive Owen in Sin City. Russell Crowe in everything he did.

Wrong," he growls in a voice I've never heard. "Very, very wrong, Chastity. If we were together and didn't work, I'd be out you. You're the one I can't lose

Hey, buddy." If

For the record, a mechanical engineer is responsible for how just about anything is built. We make sure any type of structure or vehicle or roadway is strong, safe and will stay together.

Men didn't feel the same way women did about sex. They'd take it when offered, same as they wouldn't pass up a cookie warm from the oven. No, it was the women who counted calories and fell in love.

Malone is surly, scary and ugly," I say. "So I'm gonna pass on him, if you don't mind." "I don't know," Chantal says. She looks past me. "What do you say, Malone? Want to go out with Maggie?

I hate being shy. I hate it.

Well, listen, sweetheart. Boys only want one thing, of course, and guess what that means for you? Heartbreak. Pregnancy. Chlamydia, herpes, syphilis, crabs. That's beautiful, Dad. You should set it to music.

She was meant to be his wife, and he was destined to be her husband.

comparison was the thief of joy, as Teddy Roosevelt had once

Dogs. The best work God had ever done.

Well, you always remember people who hurt your feelings.

Oh, let's see. Judy came to see me at work today," Ainsley said. "To beg me not to give up on Eric just yet. She thinks he's got PTSD." I thought he had asshole-itis, personally.

If indeed there was an intruder in the McIntosh house, it would be deeply satisfying to apprehend him. Barb McIntosh suspected a sex offender, and, if she was right, Em knew exactly where she'd target the electrodes.

Are you alright?" Jonathan stood before me, also soaked, though his hair looked quite... well, Darcy-esque; there was really no other word for it. Colin Firth and Jane Austen had ruined us chicks for other men, let's face it.

Men never had to deal with this, Faith thought. Men didn't hide in bathrooms and wrestle microfiber and pantyhose. Totally not fair. Men had it easy. Did men get bikini waxed and wear uncomfortable underwear? No, they did not. Faith would bet her life that a man had invented thongs. Men sucked.

and get him." There

The band had morphed into another sweet melancholy song. "I'm Not Supposed To Love You Anymore." If that wasn't the voice of God, I didn't know what was.

His child was now officially smarter than he was, and he didn't like it.

He turned on the radio, and sure enough, the meteorologists were practically peeing themselves with joy. "Wind gusts up to fifty miles per hour, heavy rains, some local flooding. Stay inside, folks!