Luck, Love & Lemon Pie

When love is real, even when you can't find it under mountains of hurt feelings and shuttered emotions, it's not really gone. All it takes is finding one new reason to fall in love. Just one, and all the other reasons become clear again.

I refuse to be linguistically constrained by dictionary writers.

That’s the secret, isn’t it? When the love is real, even when you can’t find it under mountains of hurt feelings and shuttered emotions, it’s not really gone. All it takes is finding one new reason to fall in love. Just one, and all the other reasons become clear again.

I would have agreed to any sum if a night with you were on the table." His voice was husky in her ear, his Irish dancing over the words and down her spine. He wasn't touching her, but she could feel every inch of him; the air between them could singe.

The cocktails were fizzy and pink toward the top, then became a dark red at the bottom of the glass. "What's in this thing?" murmured MJ. "I call it a First Kiss," Doyle said. "Why?" Doyle's mouth twitched into a saucy grin. "Because it's sweet and simple with the first sip. But each sip after becomes more intense and irresistible.

His smile reminded her of Bruce, the friendly shark from Finding Nemo- he'd be your friend until he smelled blood; then you better run for your life. Tonight, MJ was the fresh meat.

Tonight she'd share her idea with Chris over a rare family meal. In preparation, she was making scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, one of the few meals she could cook without setting off the fire alarms. She hated having to come up with meals day after day after day. Chris was the one who could cook- her talent was eating. But it didn't make sense for him to work full time and then cook dinner every night, so she did her best, mastering a few simple dishes like tacos and barbecue pork sandwiches. If it involved more than one pot, forget it. Too many ingredients? No way. Scrambled eggs with cheese and herbs was her specialty. The family called them "Katie eggs" because when Kate was four, it was all she could eat for six months, ergo MJ's mastery of them.