“I have to be honest, I’m not exactly impressed with your case,” she said, cutting him off. “All you’ve got is a sporadic string… — Julie James Copy Share Image
“I think we need a little more rallying around the dumpee. If you were a woman and I’d told you that the third guy in eighteen months had broken up with me, right now we’d be drinking lemon drop martinis and giving each other female empowerment pep talks about how we don’t need a man in our lives to feel… — Julie James Copy Share
J.D. cleared his throat and pushed the button on the intercom. “Uh, Payton, hi. It’s J.D.” Dead silence. Then another crackle. “Sorry. Not interested.”… — Julie James Copy Share Image
“Sidney gestured to the chair he’d just helped himself to. “What are you doing?” He looked at her as if this was obvious. “Starting a conversation.” “But I don’t even know you.” “That’s why I’m starting a conversation. Let’s begin with the basics. Like your name.” Ah, right. Sidney knew exactly what was happening here. This guy had seen her… — Julie James Copy Share
He didn't care whose league Jordan was in. All that mattered was that she was his. — Julie James Copy Share Image
“Why did Jason lie about Naomi?” Jeremy cleared his throat nervously. “Oh. That . Um . . . well, you know, uh . .… — Julie James Copy Share Image
“(Vaughn said)"I'm serious. There was a speech and everything. She told me that I run around with my 'obviously healthy ego' and compared me to a kid in a candy store when it comes to women-trying to get my hands on as many 'shiny treats' as possible." Cade's mouth twitched. "How dare she. That's just so..." He trailed off, as… — Julie James Copy Share
“Davis spun back around, with a nod at Wilkins. “You know, I think Merriam-Webster here is right, Jack—you do have a glowering way about you.” Then he turned to Wilkins. “And yes, that was a joke. It normally takes about a year to accurately detect Agent Pallas’s small forays into humor, but you’ll get there.” — Julie James Copy Share
“Taylor’s dating Scott Casey ?” He began to laugh. He held up one hand, clutching his side with the other. “Wait, wait.” He gasped… — Julie James Copy Share Image
“BACHELOR NUMBER ONE IS A NO-GO, she texted Trish. HE TALKED TOO MUCH. Within seconds, Trish texted back. ISN’T TALKING A GOOD THING ON A FIRST DATE? Of course, Trish was trying to put a positive spin on things. As the happily-married-with-child best friend of a single, thirty-three-year-old woman, it was part of the job description. AS IN, DONKEY FROM… — Julie James Copy Share
