In all fairness, darlin’, I should probably warn you that this ain’t my first rodeo.

— Cindi Madsen

In other words, he looked like uniformed police hotness, and she wasn’t entirely uninterested in being cuffed. Wait. That’s a bad thought. I don’t mean it. She took him in again, her throat suddenly dry. Well, she didn’t exactly not mean it, but she knew better than to want it.

— Cindi Madsen

I put my hand on his arm. "You know, Drew was exaggerating. I'm a nice person. Most of the time." Jake raised an eyebrow, the hint of a smile on his lips. "So, you didn't really slap a guy in the middle of someone's wedding?" I bit my lip. "Technically, I was at the reception, and I know it sounds bad out of context, but I swear he deserved it." Jake looked down at me and I noticed again how blue his eyes were. My gaze moved to his lips. Mayday, mayday, mayday.

— Cindi Madsen

I remember when all you ever talked about was finding a guy and getting married. You'd hog the TV, watching those sappy chick flicks --""Then I grew up and learned why they always end the movie after the guy and girl get together. That's when everything falls apart.

— Cindi Madsen

I think it’s cool that you care about your heritage, but yet you don’t conform. Promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll never lose that feisty, impulsive side of you.

— Cindi Madsen

I wanted to kiss you for a long time, and I decided that might be my only chance. I’ve been miserable ever since.” Troy ran his fingers along her jaw. “It was almost better when I didn’t know how it felt to kiss you.

— Cindi Madsen

Jake buried his face in my neck and kissed a burning trail up it and along my jaw. "Should I ride the elevator of our building up and down all night, hoping you'll show?" he asked, his voice husky. "Or should we just plan to meet?

— Cindi Madsen

Kelsey flopped next to him, propping her elbow on the back of the couch so she was facing him. "Do you have something against happiness?"" Yes. Don't tell anyone, but I moonlight as the Grinch.

— Cindi Madsen

Let's get you into a room and conduct our own chemistry experiment," he said against my lips." Or maybe we'll just find a table to bend you over, since chemists do it on a table... periodically."" Mmm. I love it when you talk nerdy to me.

— Cindi Madsen

Look, I know you’re a guy—” “Damn straight.” “And there’s some man rule that you’ve got to be all macho—” “Rule number three, actually.” Both of her eyebrows shot up. “Would you just let me finish before I make you cry and break rule number three.

— Cindi Madsen