Amber

“Alex propped himself against the metal railing where Willow had just stood. "Okay, let's get something straight," he said in Spanish."If you think I don't know you're after my girfriend, you're crazy. And if you try to put any sleazy moves on her while you're here, you're going to regret it." Seb's knapsack was at his feet. He took out a pack of cigarettes; tapped out the last one and lit it.Settling back against the door jamb, he gave Alex a considering, faintly humorous look. "Sleazy moves?" he repeated. "Don't worry, I don't do sleazy moves."
"Let me rephrase," said Alex coldly "Any moves, just keep your hands off her.”
― L.A. Weatherly, Angel Fire

“This is the ultimate bad-boy date, isn't it? Breaking into a different country."

"Hey, it makes a change from hot-wiring cars together."

"Been there, done that....Alex seriously, are you sure no one's going to shoot us?”
― L.A. Weatherly, Angel Fire

“After a long time, I cleared my throat. “So anyway, when we get to Nevada...I think we should rethink your
dad’s rule.”
Alex glanced down at me and smiled – the first real smile I’d seen on his face in a long time. “You know
what? It’s already been rethought and completely ditched,” he said. And he wrapped his arms around me
and we stood looking up at the mountains, with the rising rays of the sun lighting them from the east.”
― L.A. Weatherly, Angel Fire

“Dora appeared, placing Alex's coffee in front of him."Your girlfriend is a wonder, honey,"she siad to him, squeezing willows shoulder. Willow's smile turned strained at the word "girlfriend. He could see her wanting to correct the woman and then deciding to let it pass.”
― L. A. Weatherly