" I glanced at him briefly, not one hundred percent certain I could deal with the entirety of his tall-broad-rippled-tanned-gorgeous. That kind of smile with those kinds of abs? It was like staring straight at the sun. there was no way I could deal with this much man without resenting him for existing. They weren’t supposed to be this perfect. "

― Kate Canterbary , Preservation (The Walshes, #7)