"Jase props himself up on an elbow, looking at me for a minute without saying anything. His face gets an unreadable expression, and I wish I could take back walking over.Then he observes, “I’m guessing that’s a uniform.”Crap. I’d forgotten I was still wearing it."
"Right. Because if you have trouble putting ketchup and mustard on a hot dog, you should totally move on to saving lives."
"No words for a long time. Which is fine, because even the most important ones-- I love you. I'm sorry. Forgive me? I'm here-- are only stand-ins for what you can say better without talking at all."
"No bikinis on a first date.” He nods. “I’m sure that’s a rule. Or should be. For my sisters anyway."
"I guess I like things that take time and attention. More worthwhile that way."
"When I turn back to Jase, he’s again beaming at me. “You’re nice.” He sounds pleased, as if he hadn’t expected this aspect of my personality."