“The women in this town are going to be so disappointed you're off the market." "There are other women in this town besides you?” — Shannon Stacey Copy Share Image
“If you are looking for sympathy, it's betweem shit and syphillis in the dictionary.” — Shannon Stacey Copy Share Image
“Max had often heard Laundromats were a good place to meet women. He wasn’t sure why, since he wasn’t one to speak to strangers while folding his underwear, so he didn’t imagine women would be any more comfortable doing so. But he’d tried it anyway, using a comforter that didn’t fit in his washing machine as an excuse to spend… — Shannon Stacey Copy Share
“There wasn’t an official rule book that he knew of, but he was pretty sure a guy didn’t bend his best damn friend over… — Shannon Stacey Copy Share Image
“If you’re looking for sympathy, it’s between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.” — Shannon Stacey Copy Share Image
“Oh yes, Sean Kowalski. Your amazing kisses have made all rational thought fly out of my besotted brain. If only you could fill me… — Shannon Stacey Copy Share Image
“You Kowalskis have always gotten a little carried away.” This wasn’t Mitch’s first traffic stop. He knew it was best to be polite to the cop, who was just doing his job, and neither offer lame excuses nor get belligerent. But Durgin was too much. “We got carried away sometimes when we were young and stupid. Most kids do. But… — shannon stacey Copy Share
“I’ll do it,” she said before she could talk herself out of it. His dimples flashed as he slapped a hand over his heart in mock surprise. “Just like that?” “Did you want me to argue with you first?” “Hell no, but I had pictured this conversation going somewhat differently. You’d get all offended I didn’t think you could do… — Shannon Stacey Copy Share
“What if I hate it?" "As long as you've given it a fair shot, then we'll talk about it and figure it out." "If… — Shannon Stacey Copy Share Image
“Get that Property Of Whitford Public Library stamp and stamp it right on his forehead. Then cross out the library's name and write yours” — Shannon Stacey Copy Share Image
“Who’s Beth?” Keri asked. “The bartender at your wedding.” “Oh, that’s right. How could I forget when my husband almost got thrown out of our own reception for trying to hire her like a hooker or something.” “What’s a hooker?” Bobby asked. Keri’s island tan flushed pink. “Oops.” “You put it on the end of a fishing pole, dummy,” Brian… — Shannon Stacey Copy Share
“I'm having a cheeseburger," Anna said. "With fries smothered in vinegar and salt." "I told you I wouldn't kiss you again. You don't have… — Shannon Stacey Copy Share Image
“Sometimes you can't stand the sound of her voice and other times you wonder how you'd even breathe if she wasn't there. That's marriage,… — Shannon Stacey Copy Share Image
