Bitterly I wondered if Hardy was going to overshadow every relationship for the rest of my life, haunting me like a ghost. I didn't know how to let him go. I'd never even had him.

“Miss Peyton,” Lillian Bowman asked, “what kind of man would be the ideal husban…”

“And now,” Hunt continued evenly, “you’ve thrown her over to St. Vincent’s sympa…”

“In defense of geeks," Justine said, "they're great in bed. They fantasize a lot…”

“I read,” came his gravelly voice. “I walk. Occasionally I swim in the river.” S…”