Quotes from Rachel Hawthorne

He grinned. "Hey." "Who are you?" I snapped, jerking the sides of my robe together and tying the sash. His eyebrows shot up. "Most people I know respond to a greeting with another greeting.

I'm Josh Wynter, by the way." "And do you become Josh Summer in June?" I asked.

Look, Kate, we were just making conversation. It's a fifteen-hour drive and we made it without stopping. I was just trying to make sure that Sam didn't fall asleep." "By asking him questions about me?" "Don't read more into it than there is. We'd covered every other topic. You were the last thing we had in common." He realized his mistake too late. His poker face caved, his cheeks turned red.

Is the fund full yet?" he asked. "Not even close. But when it is full, then we'll go to work on filling up the Joe-have-a-good-time fund." "I'm already having a good time. A great time, actually." Then we were kissing again.

So read my lips. He is not on my radar anymore." "Think I'd rather kiss those lips." And he did just that.

Totally nice guy. Maybe too nice. My instincts were sending out some sort of warning. Too bad it was sending it out in a secret code that I couldn't decipher.

Do you need anything?" I asked. With a little moan, he swung his legs off the couch, making room for me. "I would say just you but that sounds way too corny." "I like corny," I said, as I sat on the couch beside him.

I thought we might practice serving tea this afternoon. I found a recipe for watercress and cheddar sandwiches," Mom said. "Don't those sound lovely?" "Uh, I guess." I was a burger girl. "What do you think, Mr. Wynter?" Mom asked. "Sounds great to me." He grinned at her. I had a feeling she could have suggested dirt mixed with autumn leaves and he'd have said it sounded great.

You can either dab or swirl," he said, leaning forward to show me. Which put him even closer, close enough that it was almost an embrace. So close that my mouth went dry. "Personally"--he cleared his throat--"I like the swirl.

I haven't had cotton candy in forever," he said. "I'd forgotten how…sugary it is." "It's pure sugar." "I wonder who invented it." "I think it was a dentist." He laughed, a laugh that revealed his perfect smile, his perfect teeth. "I'll bet you're right.

So my boyfriend and I will see you tomorrow, right after lunch," Nathalie said. I almost asked if she knew her boyfriend had a name, and if she knew what it was.

I'd forgotten how cold it was. Especially when we turned the corner and the wind from off the lake hit us. I was thinking that buying fur-lined boots wasn't enough. Finding some fur-lined underwear might not be a bad idea.

Hey, wait! Come back! I really don't want to go!" Only, he didn't wait, he didn't come back, and I still really didn't want to go.

There's a limestone cavern over there that I want to show you." "Is it safe?" "No, Ash, it's incredibly dangerous. That's the reason I want to eat first. In case it's our last meal.

There's a limestone cavern over there that I want to show you." "Is it safe?" "No, Ash, it's incredibly dangerous. That's the reason I want to eat first. In case it's our last meal." I decided to totally ignore the fact that he called me Ash, which only my best friends did. "You want your last meal to be pimento cheese?" He grinned. "Nah, I'd want it to be steak. So I guess we'd better survive.

Should we be doing this?" I asked. "Of course not, but that's never stopped me before." He switched on the flashlight and walked to the entrance of the cavern. "Come on." He crawled inside. My survival instincts told me to stay exactly where I was, but I was curious. Besides, two fools were probably better than one. If he got into some sort of trouble in there, he'd need me to help get him out.

Hey, come here," Josh said. He was sitting on the love seat looking out the window. "What is it?" I asked, walking over. "The lights are out. You can't see anything out there." "I know." He wrapped his hand around my arm and pulled me down until I was nestled between his thighs, my back to his chest. "I just wanted to hold you.

Then I felt arms come around me and pull me close. "Hey," Jason said, kissing my neck before parking his chin on my shoulder. Smiling brightly, I turned around in his arms. "Great game." "Thanks." "You hit a home run," I said, like maybe he hadn't realized it.

How do you know?" he asked. "You might really like me--" "I don't do boyfriends. Period. No, exclamation mark." "What are you afraid of?" I scoffed. "Nothing. Just following my mom's advice." "No one follows their mom's advice." "Well, I do. And I just felt like I should let you know. Because I totally overreacted.

You know what I figured out during the last week?" he asked. "What?" "Snow and winter, they go together." I snuggled more closely against him. "Yeah, we do." Sneaux and Wynter--we definitely go together.

Just following my mom's advice." "No one follows their mom's advice.

He's thinking about me because I'm a novelty, that's all." "I don't think that's the reason," Shaun said. I glared at him. "Trust me, Shaun, a lot is going on here that you don't know about." "Tara told me he kissed you." I frowned at Tara. "You told him?" "Well, yeah. I tell Shaun everything. He's my boyfriend." "I'm starting to hate that term. 'My boyfriend.

Another explosion of fireworks filled the sky. The colors faded away and then…a burst of red, bang , a burst of white, bang , a burst of blue, bang. I was sure more followed, because I could hear the distant booms but I was no longer watching the fireworks. Jason was kissing me, and we were creating our own.

He's my boyfriend." "I'm starting to hate that term. 'My boyfriend.