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With a chuckle, Jack mumbled under his breath to Nick. 'It's like watching the preppy, well-bred versions of you and me trash-talking.

It's a truth universally acknowledged that an FBI special agent in possession of great skill and talent is likely to engage in trash talk every now and then.

Oh God, baby...love me.

Boyfriend huh? I didn't realize we had taken things to that level." "Oh, I'm sorry--this is my first undercover operation," Jordan said. "I'm a little unclear about the rules. Are we seeing other people in this fake relationship?

I realized that the one person who could break my heart is the only one who should have it.

- I hate to break this to you, Cameron, but you are only human. - Shh... I've been trying to keep that under wraps for years.

You are not just a big-picture girl for me, Brooke Parker. You're the only picture.

J.D. nodded. Yes, yes, fine, thank you. Nice attitude, by the way. Like boss, like secretary.

Jordan couldn't keep the smile off her face. "Yeah, I like this guy. He rescued me from a crazed man with a gun, he makes me laugh, and he calls his mother Ma. I'd say he's a keeper.

Jack turned to Cameron. "Do you just line them up, waiting to yell at me, on the off chance I'll stop by?

She spoke under her breath to Nick. "Is there a reason he's only wearing one sock?" "He puked on his foot." "Oh." She turned back to Huxley. "Can we get you another sock? Maybe a blanket or something?

That is nice, Mr. Morgan. Because in response to your tough-guy speech, I, in turn, would've had to give you my tough-girl speech, about where, exactly, federal prosecutors who come to my office looking for assistance can stick their obstruction of justice threats

If we go now, there's no coming back. You're mine all night." Her eyes flashed. "Promise?" That was it. Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor, toward the main entrance of the tent.

You're tough when you need to be, and you can charm the pants off men who have three times your experience. Well, yes. Although I try not to take advantage of that too often. Very awkward negotiating with people who are sitting around in their underwear.

My God, Jack - with a look like that, you two should just get a room. And try not to pick the one with a dead body next to it this time.

You are really starting to annoy me, Stanton." Nick didn't blink. "Good. By the end of the night I hope to finish the job.

In answer, she took his hand and placed it on her chest. Right over her heart. 'You're in, Cade Morgan. Only you.

I'm a big believer in first impressions," he finally said. "Tell me what your first thought was when Jason walked into the courtroom." Taylor took a sip of her drink and grinned. This one was easy. "I vowed to hate him forever." Jeremy's brown eyes twinkled at this. "That's exactly what I said nineteen years ago, five minutes after he first walked into our dorm room.

At least you're learning a thing or two about wine. Good to hear you're making such an effort to improve yourself." "Does the U.S. attorney know how much you like spending your Saturday nights eavesdropping on private conversations?" Nick asked. "The U.S. attorney knows exactly how I like spending my Saturday nights.

Payton grinnedYou must be Chase." As she extended her hand in introduction, she took the opportunity to give him a more thorough once-over.He had dark wavy hair and warm brown eyes. Very Pat-rick Dempsey/McDreamy-esque. Good build, not terribly tall, maybe only five-ten-ish, but since Payton measured in at exactly five-three and one-third inch, she could work with this"

I saw you laughing with your friends, and your smile sucked me right in.

I've been in love with you since the very beginning. You asked why there isn't anyone else in my life, and the reason... is you" - J.D.

It's because your subconscious finds my subconscious irresistible.

I invited a few people to help celebrate your birthday," Cameron said sheepishly. She threw up her hands. "Surprise." "We sort of come with the package," Collin explained. "Think of it as a collective gift from all of us to you: five bona fide annoying and overly intrusive new best friends." "It's the gift that keeps on giving," Wilkins said. Jack grinned. "I'm touched. Really. And since it appears I'm going to be moving in, let me be the first to say that all of you are always welcome at my and Cameron's house. Subject to a minimum of forty-eight hours prior notification.

We're out of time, Payton. You said it yourself: the only way we'll make it is for us to go into this together. I know we can do this. But I need you to believe it. You need to believe... in us." Peyton didn't say anything for a long moment, and J.D. could literally hear his heart beating. Then she finally answered. "It would have to be called Kendall and Jameson." It took J.D a moment to catch on. Then he grinned. "No way. Jameson and Kendall. It's alphabetical." "You told our boss that you banged me on top of your desk." "Kendall and Jameson sounds great

Sitting next to her, Amy was wide-eyed, mesmerized at the sight of Jack heading over in all his seemingly pissed-off-once-again glory. "I changed my mind, Cam. If this was all a big setup and he's coming over to strip for me, I think I can handle it. I definitely can handle it.

Where is Wilkins, anyway?" Cameron asked. "In the living room, being accosted by eighteen women who think he's a stripper. I thought it was best to duck in here." "So much for never leaving a man behind." "If he starts screaming, I'll lay down a cover fire and go pull him out.

You came along and changed everything. I don't want to be some guy you're fooling around with anymore, Rylann. I want to be with you all the way.

Some jobs required a certain level of detachment; a turning off of emotions in order to do the things that needed to be done.

I heard this theory once that love means your subconscious is attracted to someone else's subconscious.

Score one for Team Kendall, Payton thought. Not that it was a competition between them. Not at all.

If you also thinks it means I wake up every morning wondering what I did to deserve having you back in my life, well, you'd be right about that too.

Sweet Jesus. It was The Delicious in the dark shirt and jeans.

Lesbian?" Payton turned around and saw J.D. standing there. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe she was basking in the glow of their successful pitch to Gibson's. Maybe it was her promise to Laney to be the "New Payton," or maybe it was a combination of all those things. But Payton actually found herself smiling at J.D. It's just an excuse, the lesbian thing," she said.

Is that an invitation?" "I suppose it is." "Good." Cade's voice dropped lower, adding one last thing before hanging up. "And tell your friend in the striped shirt that he's in my seat.

At that moment he knew one thing. The only thing that mattered. He loved her.

Payton grinned. "You must be Chase." As she extended her hand in introduction, she took the opportunity to give him a more thorough once-over. He had dark wavy hair and warm brown eyes. Very Pat-rick Dempsey/McDreamy-esque. Good build, not terribly tall, maybe only five-ten-ish, but since Payton measured in at exactly five-three and one-third inch, she could work with this

I think that for him, I'd risk everything." ~ Taylor

I would have done it for you in a heartbeat

The shower trick. Let's hear it, Kendall

J.D. cleared his throat and pushed the button on the intercom. "Uh, Payton, hi. It's J.D." Dead silence. Then another crackle. "Sorry. Not interested." Cute. But J.D. persisted. Again with the button. "I want to talk to you." Crackle. "Ever hear of a telephone, asshole?" Okay, he probably deserved that.

Never send a boy to do a woman's job, Irma." - Payton Kendall

Raise your hand if you had no idea you'd see so much nudity in one week of jury duty." Twelve hands flew straight into the air. And unbelievably, Payton laughed.

Jack wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He whispered in her ear. "He's not getting near you again, baby, I promise. No one's laying a finger on you ever again.

Hopefully when he moved his things out of the apartment, he at least took his CDs. I mean, we might be gay, but"¦ Enya? Really?

I've licked stamps who were more excited than you by that kiss.

I think the first thing we need to talk about is you not running around in tight T-shirts and yoga pants." "Fine. I'll stop doing that as soon as you shave." Jack ran his hand along his jaw and grinned. "You like the scruff, huh?" Did she ever.

He looked again. Longer this time. She may have "?forgotten' to put a bra on that morning. Another oops. "Are you kidding me with that?" he asked.

You know, if you're trying to mark your territory, you could've just peed on me before I came over here and saved us both a lot of time!

He liked the way her hand felt in his, liked the simple intimacy of the gesture and the way it said - without the need for words - that they were together.

She asked him the question she had been asking herself for the past few days. "Why are you being so nice to me now?" J.D. leaned forward in his chair. He gazed directly into her eyes, and Payton suddenly found herself wondering why it had taken him eight years to look at her that way. "Because you're letting me," he said softly.

You know, Taylor, I told his manager that your reputation in this firm is that you can go head-to-head with any man. And win.

Jack leaned over, "Ever get the impression that these women are way out of our league?" "I shot the last guy who said that to me.

There are some things a girl never forgets, Ry. And one of those is a kiss from the right guy

His eyes held hers. "Because I knew, ten seconds after walking into this office and meeting you, that we had this in the bag.

You're not pathetic. Actually, I envy you a little." "Because I'm a mess?" Zach asked dryly. "No. Because you're not afraid to be a mess.

Did you just ask me out on a date, Ms Parker?" "No." "Are you sure? Because I-" "Still no. I need something, and you're the only guy who can give it to me." She cut him off before he could even say the words. "Yes, thank you. I'm aware of how that sounded. I'm hanging up now.

He maybe, possibly, said that if he got word of anyone getting in your way, they'd find out whether there was any truth to the rumor about him knowing how to kill a man with paper clips.

Good. Or instead, what if I just told you that I love you?" Payton gazed into his eyes. "What would you say, J. D. Jameson, if I told you that?" J.D. smiled. He touched his forehead to Payton's, closed his eyes, and answered her with one word. "Finally.

I hate to break this to you, Cameron, but you are only human. - Shh... I've been trying to keep that under wraps for years.

And then when she takes him through the whole wine tasting process, finishing with a long, languid taste that she really enjoyed "she opened her eyes and saw Nick staring at her. "I feel like I need a cigarette and a shower after watching that.

Time for Wine Tasting 101. "So here's how this works. When tasting a wine, as opposed to casual drinking, there are four basic steps you need to remember: sight, smell, taste, then spit or swallow." Nick paused at that last part and cocked his head. "And your personal preference on the latter would be"¦?" "Only lightweights spit." His right eye twitched.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for the shy, quiet types.

Wow. Clearly, I need to find myself an ex-con. Since prison is probably the only place in this city I haven't looked for Mr. Right yet.

Don't get me wrong. I love a Denver omelette as much as the next girl. But I'm curious whether that's your thing, or if you try to change up the routine depending on the specific woman. You know"¦ like, green pepper because I have green eyes, ham because I'm so funny, and onions for all the tears you'll shed after I leave.

If he'd expected to be pampered and coddled through his undercover assignments, he would have gone to work for the CIA.

Ever hear of a telephone, asshole?

He didn't care whose league Jordan was in. All that mattered was that she was his.

Well, Ma, see... there's this girl." Silence. He checked to make sure the call hadn't been dropped. "You still there, Ma?" A sniffle. "You can't be crying already," he said. "I haven't told you anything about her yet." "It doesn't matter, Nick," his mother said through her tears. "Those are the three words I've been waiting thirty-four years to hear.

You've met Nick?" "Yep, we've met, all right. He was kind enough to inform me that I have absolutely no say in whether you two date." "Well, you don't." "You know, you all could at least pretend that my opinion makes a difference.

Don't take this next undercover assignment. Stay with me instead." Nick's eyes pierced hers, refusing to let her off that easily. "Tell me why." "Because... I love you." She exhaled. No take-backs. The words were out there forever. And it felt great.

Laney held up a hand. "I checked it out. He went there on scholarship and paid the rest with student loans. And he's good looking, too. Nate and I met him for dinner last night, and I subtly learned that he's looking to meet someone" "How did you learn that?" "I asked him if he was looking to meet someone" "that is subtle

I'd like to know more about this undercover agent who posed as my daughter's date. The ubiquitous Tall, Dark, and Smoldering.' Nick put on his best meet-the-parent smile. 'I generally prefer to go by Nick.

My, my, aren't we pushy . . .

The mighty have such simple weaknesses. I like to think it's God's way of keeping things fair.

Business associates? Ouch. That's worse than friends

You probably should get back out there. You're ignoring your other guests." "Screw them." "I'm sure that many of them, you already have.

You're here." "I am." Jason boldly took in the way she looked. "I take it you don't often wear that dress in court." "Probably not a good idea." He grinned. "Yes, I can imagine it would be somewhat awkward standing before a judge who has a huge hard-on." "Is that the effect this dress has?" Taylor's eyes traveled downward, to the zipper of Jason's pants, and he was momentarily caught off guard by her bluntness. Her eyes sparkled, amused. "You're blushing, Jason. That's cute.

What exactly was your plan here, Mr. Andrews? To just walk in and flash your little smile, no questions asked?

More like a chocolate molten lava cake. A dessert so sinful, so luscious, so filled with inner heat it made a girl want to lick each and every crumb right off the plate. That was Jack Pallas.

It should've been illegal for a man to walk around like that without some sort of permit.

In the business world, what's the female equivalent of going golfing with a client?" Laney gave this some thought. Payton fell silent, too, contemplating. After a few moments, neither of them could come up with anything. How depressing. Payton sighed, feigning resignation. "Well, that's it. I guess I'll just have to sleep with them." Laney folded her hands primly on the table. "I think I'm uncomfortable with this conversation.

Just because we haven't met Mr. Right doesn't mean we're doing anything wrong. And by the way, you're brilliant and awesome, too. If I were a lesbian, I'd totally settle down with you and make lots of in vitro babies.

Ignore me. I don't want to talk about my nonexistent love life today.

Kyle gazed down at her. "I lied when I said I followed you to the bar because you're hot." He touched her cheek. "I saw you laughing with your friends, and your smile sucked me right in.

You don't touch the purse. The purse is sacrosanct.

Frankly, the image of his father wearing bell-bottoms, smoking a joint, and calling his mother a "totally groovy chick" was wrong on so many levels he wanted to erase the whole thing from his memory

Because wine means the responsible part of the day is over.

I don't mind hot and spicy. Actually find that appealing in a girl. And chicken wings.

I see that you've had the non-pleasure of meeting my sister.Jordo, this is Rylann Pierce." Jordan raised an eyebrow pointedly at Kyle. He glared. An entire dialogue seemed to pass between them

I told you not to take off work for this." "And miss your big finale? No way.I'm all atwitter to see how things turn out." "That's cute, Jordo." Then he frowned as Nick McCall was suddenly there, in their lives, and Kyle was therefore being a little"¦cautious before welcoming him into the family. "Be nice, Kyle," Jordan warned. "What?" he asked innocently. "When have I ever not been nice to Tall, Dark, and You Can't Be Serious About This Guy?" "I like him. Get used to it.

You're right," she acknowledged. "I don't know you, really. We spent all of about thirty minutes together nearly a decade ago. Still, I think the Kyle Rhodes who walked me home and gave me the shirt off his back would do the right thing no matter how pissed he was at my office. So if that guy is hanging around this penthouse anywhere, tell him to call me.

Kyle had to give her credit; it took skill"?plus no heart and a serious abuse of the English language"? to break up with someone in fewer than 140 characters.

It's not the place that matters, It's how good you are when you get there." -Rylann

It may have taken nine years, and a whole lot of wrong turns along the way, but their story felt complete at last. Because, finally, she was his.

I love you, Rylann." He cupped her face, peering down into her eyes. "And now I finally have a good answer to the one question everyone always asks me--why I hacked into Twitter. I didn't know it at the time... but I did it to find you again." She leaned into him, curling her fingers around his shirt. "That may be the best justification I've ever heard for committing a crime." She looked up at him, her eyes shining. "And I love you, too, you know.

Because nine years ago, I walked up to the most beautiful girl in the bar, and tonight she's still the only person I want to talk to.

Thank God she wasn't still hanging out in her underpants.

I love you," she said softly. Jason's arms tightened around her. He grinned sleepily. "I know." Taylor drifted off contentedly. Until through the darkness, she heard a low, sneaky whisper. "Mrs. Taylor Andrews . . ." She didn't bother to open her eyes. "Still not gonna happen.