You realise you’re going to owe me dinner after this, right?”
“How does McDonald’s sound?”
“Inadequate.

She was an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, sweet, sexy idiot.

Excuse me, your attention please.”
He waited until the whole floor had stopped what it was doing and turned to face him. For a split second his impulse control kicked in, but by then his mouth was fully engaged.
“For the record, Claire Marsden and I are not having sex.

Just leave me alone, I want to be alone,” she said when Jack tried to open the car door. She hit the lock, and wound the window up. Since the roof was down, it was a fairly pointless exercise.

She didn’t sound overjoyed. She didn’t sound even slightly joyed.

He couldn’t just come right out with it, could he? No, that would scare her off. He had to be subtle, build up to it. Explain himself.
“I love you.”
Of course, straight to the point was also an effective strategy.