He could do this. He'd survived boot camp. He'd survived combat and the harsh weather of Afghanistan. He could survive broccoli. Probably.

Nothing heals the soul like chocolate," she said. "I just love chocolate. It's God's apology for broccoli.

Whenever you do anything with Bond, you've got Cubby Broccoli and Sean Connery looking over your shoulder.

Never underestimate the allure of the Goodwill.

Am I the moss on your bark, then?" Ani asked.
Enna grabbed her around the waist and shook her affectionately. "You're the mossiest girl I know.

He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.