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“Can I rub it here, baby?" Brendan rasped the question, his bare chest heaving, a fine sheen of sweat on those work-honed muscles. "Just want to rub it where I made you come.”
― Tessa Bailey, It Happened One Summer

“Glad you like it."
"No. I love it."
He grunted. "You ready?"
"Ready for what?"
"For me to ask you to dinner yet."
Her pulse tripped all over itself. Got up. Tripped again. "Did you think you needed to build a pergola to convince me?"
"No. I, uh..." He tossed down the rag, shoved his hands into his pockets. "I needed something to keep me busy while I worked up the nerve to ask.”
― Tessa Bailey, It Happened One Summer

“Put a man in leather pants and eyeliner and a lot of sins could be forgiven.”
― Jen DeLuca, Well Matched

“Eh.” She waved a hand. “There are thousands of me there.”
Brendan snorted at her joke. And then he realized she was serious.
“Piper, there is nobody like you.”
She smiled like she was humoring him...
He pulled the car onto the side of the road, slammed on the brakes, and threw it into park. “Did you hear me?” He reached over to tilt up her chin. “There is nobody like you.”
“Why are you getting so worked up?”
“Because I . . .thought I was an intuitive man. A smart man. But I keep finding out new ways I’m flying blind when it comes to something so important. You. You are important.”
― Tessa Bailey, It Happened One Summer