His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s 'My Kind of Town.

— Jennifer Lane

I met Ana doing free weights,” Roger said. “This hard-body señorita was putting me to shame on squats, and I asked her how she got such a tight ass —”“And then she decked you.”“Nah, she loved it! She’s real proud of that butt — she should be. She took me to one of her classes, and I got hooked. Furthermore, she’s a Zumba instructor.” Grant absorbed that information for a moment. “You do... Zumba?”“It’s great! Much more fun than PT. You just get going...” He did a little two-step maneuver on the city street, dancing to an unknown Latin beat. “Cha cha cha. Teeth? Ana does this a little better than me...” Grant tried to hold it in. He really did. But his body quivered, his shoulders shook, and soon a whooping laugh erupted — which lasted quite a few seconds. Roger abruptly stopped his dance. “You judge, Madsen. Not cool.

— Jennifer Lane

I’m glad I went to prison," Grant rasped in Sophie’s ear, so quietly only she could hear. "Because then I found you.

— Jennifer Lane

Leo leaned forward and met her soft lips. Their first underwater kiss created bubbles that floated lazily to the surface. Audrey ran her fingers through his coarse hair, and they lingered until his lungs were bursting.

— Jennifer Lane

Lucia opened the door. "They say not to discuss politics and religion on the first

— Jennifer Lane

Okay, I’ve got the hidden microphones with GPS here,” Agent Counter said. “Let’s get one on you.”“Now, sir?”
“The Russians are on the radar. It’s time.” As Counter turned to pick up the tiny button-size microphone, Grant clenched his hands into fists, his anticipation boo

— Jennifer Lane

Roger said, 'I don't know about having a shrink around all the time. Are you analyzing me right now?' Sophie rolled her eyes. 'How original. No, I'm not analyzing you. It'd take a whole team of shrinks to figure out your crazy ass, and I simply don't have the time or energy.

— Jennifer Lane

Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I’m on parole, that I’m not really free.

— Jennifer Lane

So on a scale of one to Adele, how bad was this breakup?

— Jennifer Lane

Sophie clutched Grant tighter. 'I don’t know what screwed-up messages from your family are floating around in your head right now, but you’re staying right here.

— Jennifer Lane