" the light . . . Well, that was in his head now, and he couldn’t get it out. Yep, awkward, sure enough. And yet, she’d felt very young and beautiful. Very. “Get your hands off of me.” He loosened his grip but didn’t let go all the way because she had a ways to fall—about twenty feet straight down. "

― Mary Connealy , Out of Control (Kincaid Brides, #1)