He set the suitcases in the back then tossed her the keys. "You drive." She repressed a smile as she climbed behind the wheel. "With each passing day, your reasons for wanting a wife become clearer.

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

He shook his head. "The next time I hear a woman going on about how neurotic men are, I'm going to remember this. You tell me you like my body, and what do I say? I say, thank you. Then I tell you I like yours and what do I hear? A long lists of grievances.

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

He stopped to rest at a cart selling nuts and candy, bought himself some Jelly Belly's, flirted just enough with the Mexican cutie working there to convince her pull out the banana-flavored one. Although he liked his Jelly Belly's mixed up, he didn't like banana, but, since it took too much effort to pull them out himself, he generally tried to talk someone else into doing it. If that didn't work, he just ate 'em.- Kenny Traveler

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

He tunneled his dirty hands through her hair and kissed her breathless. Her neck, her eyes, the corners of her mouth. He kissed her lips as if his life depended on it. Kissed their future into her. All they could have and all they could be.

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

His fists clenched at his sides. 'Damn it! Where's your pride?' 'Pride? It's in my heart, of course.' 'You're letting me demean you!' She smiled. 'You can't do that. I can only demean myself.

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

His mother?" Gracie couldn't believe it. Suzy Denton looked much too young to be his mother. And much too respectable. "But you're not a-" She cut herself off in mid-sentence as she realized what she'd almost let slip. Suzy's wedding ring clicked against the steering wheel as she gave it a hard smack. "I'm going to kill him! He's been telling that hooker story again, hasn't he?

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

His writer's words poured over her like poetry, and she couldn't find a single wisecrack to put up between them.

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Hold it right there. The only agreement we ever had was that you intended to make me as miserable as possible, and I intended to courageously make the best of an intolerable situation like valiant Southern women have always done.

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

I can’t chitchat and make breakfast at the same time. You could help, you know, instead of standing there like the Queen of England. Although you’re a lot better-looking.

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

I don't love you anymore," she whispered. "I don't love you at all." His throat closed. "It's all right, sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us.

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips