He'd bet his right nut her skin would taste as good as it smelled.

— Kelly Moran

He didn’t know what was hotter, her Star Wars reference or the breathless with which she spoke it.

— Kelly Moran

He'd never need a camera to remember this, and damn if he ever wanted anyone but him to see her like she was at this moment.

— Kelly Moran

He needed a stiff drink. With a side of straightjacket.

— Kelly Moran

Her mother and memory lapses were BFFs.

— Kelly Moran

Her sudden grin depleted some of his brain cells. She was evil like that.

— Kelly Moran

He slid the photo out and raised it. The sun washed out any distinguishable characteristics. All except her eyes. He didn’t need a picture to remember those. As turquoise as the waters near Cozumel, and just as warm.

— Kelly Moran

He was a drool-worthy, panty-drenching, yummy work of masculine art.

— Kelly Moran

He was going to need God Almighty to come down from On High to explain this one.

— Kelly Moran

How southern belle of her.

— Kelly Moran