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“Her heart checked for him. That night after Josh's funeral, he'd been the consummate listener. Just watching, taking her cues, waiting for her to open up about her pain, and not indulging in what must have been his own.

Then she took advantage by eating his face off.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“You're not giving up on this, are you?" His voice was a raspy murmur, so low she had to inch closer to be sure she wouldn't miss another precious word out of his mouth. Precious, because of the story, she insisted. Everything happening right now-breathing, thinking, speaking, being-felt fraught.
And exciting.

This emotion racing through her veins was the most alive she'd felt in years.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“Levi Hunt was six feet three of Special Forces badassery, his body a honed weapon, his gaze sharp enough to fell the enemy or a weak-willed woman at fifty paces. Objectively, she'd recognized this when she first met him. He had a gruff, dangerous quality that would appeal to many.

She had never considered herself one of them.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“You're â€� wow."
"Nice vocabulary, Ms. Reporter."
"Would you rather I commented on your rigid manhood, your swollen tumescence, your engorged-"
"Wow it is.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“I don't regret that kiss." His voice sounded like he was speaking through gravel. "Five years ago. Or now."
"You don't?"
His breath sawed in and out. "I understand that you do. Of course you do. But I needed it then. So bad.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy