“She was the only one who made him hear music. The only one who made him feel home. The only one who wanted nothing more than for him to be plain, simple Will Truitt.”

“She ran her hands under his shirt, over his chest, her cooltouch igniting shivers over his skin. Is this a ploy to get another song out of me? she asked.Its a ploy to get you out of your pants.And ...”

“They hadnt been good months. About as ugly as a wet warthog and as messed up as a bumblebee in a snowstorm.”

“Some days, Will wished he couldve been like Mikey. Living it up, having fun, embracing the moment. But Will had never been the kind who could keep his heart out of it.”

“Smoke hung heavy in the air. Wills eyes stung. His throat.His nose. And the crackling. God, the crackling fire was like the devil laughing.Vera was in that house.Mikey gripped his arm. Hold on, Wil...”

“That was his biggest regret. He loved playing for aliving, loved hearing his songs on the radio, loved being on a stage and the road, but some days, he wouldnt have minded going home every night to...”

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

“Did you miss me?A little bit, she said with a shrug.You have tears running down your cheeks, he said with a grin. I think you missed me more than a little.”

“I don't know what the future holds. I only know that I want to be with you. You and me. Everything else is negotiable.”