Heartbreaker

-"Nick?" "I'm still here, Laurant." -"Did you tell Tommy we slept together?" "No, but you just did. He's standing right here." She fell asleep. But this time she didn't have any dreams or nightmare.

Going for it and changing what you could change-that's what success was all about.

You aren't in love with me." She blinked. "I'm not?" "No," he said emphatically. "You just think you are. You're confused," he explained... She knew where he was headed. "I see." "Transference." "I'm sorry?" "It's called transference. It's kind of like a patient falling in love with a doctor. It's not real," he stressed. "That's what I'm suffering from?" "Not suffering, honey," he said. "But I do think you've confused gratitude for love." She pretended to ponder the possibility for a long minute and then said, "I believe you might be right." "You do?" He sounded a little stunned. "Yes, I do." She said more forcefully. He wanted confirmation. "So you realize you don't love me." "That's exactly what I realize," she told him. "It's that transference thing all right. I was confused, but I am not any longer. Thank you for clearing it up for me." He shot her a hasty glance. "That was pretty damn quick wasn't it?" "When you're right, you're right." "That's it?" He was suddenly furious with her and didn't care that it showed. Damn it, she had told him she loved him, and after a one-minute argument, she caved. What the hell kind of love was that? "That's all you have to say?" "No, actually there is just one more thing I'd like to mention." "Yeah? What's that?" "You're an idiot.

much strength and endurance did she have stored inside her? He hoped to God she had enough to see this nightmare through.

He merely accepted that this was unique and so special he would never be able to settle for anything less again.

When you're right, you're right." "That's it?" He was suddenly furious with her and didn't care that it showed. Damn it, she had told him she loved him, and after a one-minute argument, she caved. What the hell kind of love was that? "That's all you have to say?" "No, actually there is one more thing I'd like to mention." "Yeah? What's that?" "You're an idiot.

Criminals are getting younger and dumber,

You kill a cockroach, Pete. You don’t domesticate him.

He’s got places to go, people to see . . . ,

Hate the sin, not the sinner.

a priest cannot acknowledge the sin or the sinner outside of the confessional.

a priest cannot acknowledge the sin or the sinner outside of the confessional. The seal of silence is sacred.

Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord. Was Father Tom thinking about vengeance now? The possibility amused him. Perhaps the next time he went to confession he would ask him. A priest should understand. That was his job, wasn’t it? To understand and forgive? Maybe understanding would come with death.

She nodded. Nick opened the door, but she paused on the threshold. "Noah? What's your last name? "Clayborne," he answered. "Noah Clayborne.

All right then, I will,” she said, delicately dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her napkin. “Safe sex, Nicholas.” “Yes, dear,” Viola agreed. She circle the table, collecting the plates, “We want you to practice safe sex…shall we have dessert?