Hey, bad girl,” came the deep, sexy voice of The Griffin himself. “Can’t believe the Pope let
you out of the Vatican.

I'm no optimist", she said as she opened the cabinet door. " I'm just a realist who smiles too much.

Hurt but do not harm?” Zach asked. “What’s the difference?”

“Hurt is a bruise on the outside.” Nora sipped her mineral water delicately. “Harm is a bruise on the inside. If you’re a masochist, pain feels like love to you. Not being hurt is what hurts.

You picked the color?” She asked.
“I did, yeah.”
“I love it. I wouldn’t have thought a color so dark would look good in here but it does.”
“Dark, warm colors work best in low-light rooms.”
“Did you learn that in trade school?”
“Pinterest.

Master Griffin, I would marry my own mother for the excuse to stab my eyes out with her brooches than to see anything under your kilt," the man's voice said with an elegant aplomb. "Where would you like your guest's things, sir?

Once someone loves you that much, loves you more than you deserve, you can’t go back to being loved the normal way.