Quotes from Cindy Gerard

Men. <...> They're idiots. It's like they all take a vow of stupidity or something.

Okay, I'm guessing you're gonna give us the bad news first because there's no good news?

What, no Power Rangers Band-Aids ?" "Shut up, Garett." "Yes, ma'am.

Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional.

Men. <...> They're idiots. It's like they all take a vow of stupidity or something.

Be careful in the company of monsters that you don't become one.

When he reached her, he touched a hand to her face. Smiled. " Important . That's one word. Everything . That's another. Loved ," he said, adding the most important word of all. "God, Darcy, you are so loved.

Bastards have pissed me off," Reed snarled, out of breath, as he backed into the open armory door. "They hit me in the face." Lang grabbed Reed's jaw, turned his face toward him. "It's just a scratch." It's just my fucking face ," Reed sputtered. "It needs to look good on a book jacket when I write my memoirs someday.

He hugged her hard. "I love you. My life is so much better with you in it than out of it.

I generally find subtlety a waste of time.

She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn't care. She didn't want him to ever let go.

Okay," he said, his breath hitching, his hands shaking like hell as he pried her arms from around his neck and set her away. Deep breath. Another. "Okay. Just...um. Okay. Christ. Christ , Darcy, I want you so bad I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you.

Here's the deal. I get to marry you. You get to become a Garrett - although, considering what you're marrying into, I'm not certain that's much of an incentive." Dallas to Amy

There are definite advantages to single beds." He sat up abruptly and arranged her legs around his waist. "Makes cuddling mandatory.

Wrangler butts drive me nuts.

Go to bed," he ordered. "Go to bed... and stay there.

Ah, well." He smiled-another one of those devastatingly intoxicating smiles that did unreasonable things to her body temperature and respiration. With a nod and a respectful, "Ma'am," he left her in the middle of the room. Feeling like she'd been hit by a tank.

Because they're probably long gone. Are you hurt?" Gabe asked with enough urgency that she realized he must have felt shiver in delayed reaction to the hole in the door. "No. No, I'm okay. What a about you? Are you hurt?" "Only if you count the fact that you damned near ripped off my plumbing groping around for my phone." She made a sound of exasperation. "Now? You pick now to become a comedian?" "It's all about timing," he whispered back.

I guess the answer would be yes." "Got to love that word." He kissed her so sweetly then, it brought tears to her eyes. "Got it in you to say it again?" And then he did the unthinkable. He went down on one knee.

Live for something rather than die for nothing. —George Patton

I don't think sleeping with you is going to solve anything," she said, stopping at the guest bedroom door. "I don't really care what you think.

He understood that she needed some time to get used to "them." He didn't. He knew exactly what was happening, and he didn't need another week, another month, another year, to get things in perspective. He loved her. It was that plain. That simple.

Amy sat back and grinned. "You just smiled." That was definitely something else she could get used to. Of course, he frowned immediately. "I smile.

Damn," Crystal sputtered, looking up from the dictionary in disbelief. "Oenophlygia: the state of being dunk. It really is a word". Johnny gloated unabashedly. "Just wouldn't listen, would you? Just couldn't stand that I might be way ahead of the game. Word to the wise," he added with a superior smirk. "Don't mess with a man of my experience in that arena.