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1 " Let's get outta here. Or I'm gonna put my mouth on you right here. I’ve been fantasizing ‘bout tasting you since Thanksgiving.” ~ Clay "
― Kele Moon , Defying the Odds (Battered Hearts, #1)
2 " He hadn't spent a lifetime pushing women away only to be taken down by a piece of pumpkin pie. "
3 " Mel.” “Hmm?” “Don’t leave me again, okay?” Clay whispered in a voice choked with emotion as he pulled her tighter against him and tilted his head to rest his cheek on top of her head. “’Cause that ’bout killed me. "
4 " Yes,” he assured her without hesitation. “I thought I was broken too, that I’d never trust women, but I had it all wrong. I wasn’t broken at all. I was just waiting for you. It’s always been yours; even before we met, it belonged to you. "
5 " How’d this happen?” Melody asked in a stunned whisper. She never expected to fall in love and certainly not this swiftly or with this much finality. “We just met.” “I don’t believe that,” Clay argued as he turned her palm over in his and traced the lines of it with the pad of his finger. “I’m pretty sure we’ve known each other forever. Seeing you the first time was like coming home, and there ain’t been anything to happen since that’s disabused me of the notion.” “Yeah,” Melody agreed, the bright skyline blurring to a sea of vibrant color. She remembered seeing Clay in Hal’s Diner the first time. Alone and eating his turkey, she’d been compelled to reach out to him. “Do you really believe in soul mates?” “I do now. "
6 " Wyatt gave him a look, making it obvious he thought Clay had lost his mind. “You telling me you think a piece of pie’s gonna fix my problems?” “Why not?” Clay laughed. “Fixed mine. "
7 " He got that sensation again. His chest expanded with the emotions, making him feel like he’d shatter right there over how beautiful she was and how desperately he adored her. It actually choked him with the force of it. If he tried to speak, he’d lose it. "
8 " Use it; fuck it. It belongs to you; use it. "
9 " You know,” Jules started as she reached for her glass of wine, “for the amount of money they expect for this meal, I ain’t all that impressed.”“What’s wrong with it?” Wyatt asked, pulling a face at Jules’s plate. “Looks fine to me.”“Maybe it’s just me.” Jules took another long drink of the burgundy liquid glittering under the dim lighting. “But if I pay eighty bucks for a piece of meat, that thing better vibrate. I want long-lasting satisfaction outta the investment. "
