“The more we rehearse the worse we become.”

“So, what…in the meantime, you just…” He glanced at her then back at the road. “Deny yourself?”Em gave a half smile at the incredulity in his voice. Clearly it was a foreign concept to him. “It’s okay. I have a battery operated boyfriend awaiting my attention when I get home.”He shot her a quick, open-mouthed stare, his lips parted enticingly. He looked so stunned at her admission she couldn’t help but laugh.“Sorry, didn’t you know that women did that, too? Did I shock you?”“Not at all.” He recovered quickly, a big smile splitting his profile. “I’m just trying to decide which is sexier. Self-denial or self-abuse.”

“You can get addicted to trouble if you’re not careful.”

“It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.”

“Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.”

“He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.”