" he’d been staring at her breasts again. Her eyes were no longer soft. “You do that all the time, you know.” Her voice shook slightly. Damn, he’d gone and pissed her off again. And after she’d been looking at him so warmly. “I’m sorry.” “I hate it when men like you do that. When you carry on entire conversations with my chest. "

― Suzanne Brockmann , Heartthrob