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1 " A person should always be self-aware if they wish to succeed in life. Knowing your strengths and blind spots is important. "
― Suzanne Wright , The Favor
2 " Because when you looked beyond the surface of a bully, you saw them for what they were—a goddamn twisted coward who needed to slap down others just to feel good, and that was plain pathetic. "
3 " You just gonna stare at it all night? Because it’s not going to come by itself. "
4 " You’re not a vamp, are you? Because it would explain your predatory nature, aversion to garlic, why you never seem to get sick, how you seem to be able to read my mind, and why you keep biting me during sex. Not that I’m complaining about the latter. It’s hot.” Dane sighed, but his eyes lit with a faint glimmer of amusement. He gently flicked the diamond on my engagement ring. “You have a drop of milk on your chin.” I frowned. “You usually don’t complain when I don’t swallow properly. I don’t know where I am with you.” He fisted my hair and tugged my head back. “Behave.” He pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. “You’re going to pay for that later.” He released my hair. “Eat your cereal. "
5 " Not yours,” Dane finished. “They’re my rings on her finger. It’s my name she’s taken. It’s my bed she shares. She is mine. So whether you care for her or not isn’t fucking relevant. "
6 " Owen swallowed. “She was mine first.” “And you should have held tight to her. You didn’t. You let her go. That was your mistake. "
7 " Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes on the picture. “Her name’s Vienna. I named her after the sweetest, strongest girl I ever met.” Maybe I should have felt touched or humbled. Instead, a cold anger fluttered through me. This fucker had dumped me, disappeared from my life, shit all over a friendship I’d cherished … and he’d named his kid after me? What in the everloving fuck had gone through his head? "
8 " That man thinks he can lie to me and get away with it,” fumed Ashley, a flush staining her dark skin. “Nu-uh. Not as long as I’ve got a hole in my ass. "
9 " Reaching for humor to lighten my mood, I joked, “So, should I call you babycakes from now on or something?” Dane gave me a droll look. “No.” “Shnookums? Dear one? Sugar lips? Light of my life? Ooh, I know—big daddy.” He sighed and shook his head, but his eyes were dancing. “Only you, Vienna. Only you. "
10 " Cliff’s eyes drifted to me, gleaming with speculation. “And who is this beautiful guest of yours?” “This is my Vienna,” said Dane, his voice loaded with possession. And, yep, several sets of eyebrows lifted high. Cliff blinked. “Your Vienna? Like that, is it? "