“The fish is that perfect, amazing guy it can never work out with—you know, a bird and a fish may fall in love—but where would they live? . . . So the fish is your total dream guy, he’s smart,… — Lisa Daily Copy Share Image
“Suddenly I’m no longer aware of the people around us, just the feel and the warmth and the scent of Daniel, and the way… — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“For a long time we sit there not saying anything, enjoying the quiet of the bay and the occasional steamy knee bump.” — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“I’d like to say I’m not dressed up for anyone in particular, but that would be a lie.” — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“It’s like I’m suddenly a hormonally charged teenager or living in a bad romance novel: I suddenly can’t stop myself from noticing every man… — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“The fish is that perfect, amazing guy it can never work out with—you know, a bird and a fish may fall in love—but where… — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“I’m mesmerized by the way he speaks—New Orleans is pronounced N’awlins. When he says backyard, it’s backyaaad. It’s the kind of voice that makes… — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“God, there’s nothing sexier than a nice strong jawline and a movie-star-quality chin dimple. It’s my own personal kryptonite. —SINGLE-MINDED” — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“He gently takes the lead, and I trail behind him up the narrow spiral stairway at the back of the kitchen. His hand is… — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“You’ll never get a new ending if you keep starting with the same tired beginning.” — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“He stops rocking and looks into my eyes. We’re inches apart and I’m mesmerized by the tiny flecks of indigo in his blue eyes.… — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“You know that feeling when you’re suddenly startled out of a deep sleep, and you’re in that hazy middle world where you’re not sure… — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“Dance, cher?” he asks, his blue eyes playful. I nod and he pulls me gently into his arms. He’s warm. We sway to the… — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“Daniel reaches out and grabs my hand to steady me. His skin is warm and soft, and holding his hand sends an electric sensation… — Lisa Daily Copy Share
“I rock in his arms under the stars and the blanket of night air, unwilling or unable to tear myself away.” — Lisa Daily Copy Share
