“I used to be an angry, lonely prick. Then I met a guy with four amazing kids and more issues than the Sports Illustrated back catalog and boom—happiness.” “Boom, happiness?” “Okay, boom. Boom. More booms. A mushroom cloud. Then happiness.” — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
“You broke up with me, and I spend one night with one guy who turns out to be the reason I’m even here, in… — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
“Griffin Drake and his MacBook were the best of friends, more intimate than lovers. He slept with it. He cared for it with specially… — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
“he'd been a cop long enough to know what actual perversion looked like and it sure wasn't two guys or two women going out… — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
“You have to live your life and not count on things being there tomorrow or the next day.” — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
“He gave Evan a glance. “Unless you want to do something else.” “That's a line? Seriously?” “I have to use lines now? We share… — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
“Shut up, Kathleen.” “Shut up, Miranda.” “God, enough with the shut ups, please,” Evan said, walking down the stairs looking good enough to eat (at least to Matt). . . . “Hi.” Matt held up the bag of melting Ben & Jerry’s. “I uh…this belongs in the fridge.” “I’ll make room.” “I’ll follow.” “I’ll vomit,” Miranda muttered ... Kathleen took… — Tere Michaels Copy Share
“Young love sucked. Old love wasn’t much easier, but at least you had some scar tissue built up around your heart to make it… — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
“Hey, Terry? Jim. How's it going? So, you and Mimi up for some dinner?” He paused. “No, I didn't hit my head. No, this… — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
“How are you going to find the right person if you think everyone is just trying to use you?” — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
“Evan and Matt where kissing. Passionately, erotically kissing. She saw tongues.” — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
“Dude, nonsense is actually afraid of you, that's how no-nonsense you are.” — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
“Okay, you got me. The screenwriter is a vampire. Now go to your own desk and call Mimi so she can call me and… — Tere Michaels Copy Share Image
