Mayhem on the Marzipan Express Quotes

“I love you. I am in love with you and falling more in love with you every single day. I have no intention of going anywhere or finding anyone else. Ever. I love you enough at this moment to know you're it for me, and I don't care about anything else. All those things you mentioned? I don't care. I love you. And that means you're mine. But it also means--- and I want you to listen very carefully here, okay?"
Claire tried to nod, her hands flying to his wrists and holding tight.
"It means," Jonny breathed in a low voice, leaning closer until their foreheads touched, "that I am yours. Just yours. Only yours. Which means if anyone is doing any breaking up here, it's going to have to be you, and I'm going to ask you not to do that because there would be no getting over you."
His lips brushed hers once, twice, then sealed over them for a brilliant, blinding, soul-stirring kiss that had Claire tightening her grip on his wrists to keep herself from melting into the tile floor.
This wasn't just a kiss. This was a claiming, a confession, an exclamation point to everything he had said.
This was the engagement ring of non-engaged people who haven't even discussed matrimony.
This was a showstopper of a kiss, and the pièce de résistance of the conversation.
Maybe of the relationship as a whole.”
― Rebecca Connolly, Mayhem on the Marzipan Express

“And stay the croquembouche away from my boyfriend!” Claire bellowed over her shoulder as she moved to her trolley, maneuvering it out of the dining car and toward the next group of passengers.
Jonny watched her go, his heart on fire and ready to burst out of his chest. His girlfriend had never been so stunning, so impressive, so perfect, and it was killing him not to nudge someone nearby and say, “I’m with her.”
Or pick her up and kiss the ever-loving breath out of her.
Or throw her an actual parade.
As it was, the more primal, hidden part of him snarled in possessive delight and growled Mine at the top of its lungs.”
― Rebecca Connolly, Mayhem on the Marzipan Express

“Do you apologize ever?” Claire asked with a pointed look that Alan completely missed.
He seemed to consider that. “If it’s deserving.”
“Crepes alive,” Claire mumbled, sniffing dismissively. “Like making full puff pastry with completely frozen butter.”
Jonny smirked at her back. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“It just has to thaw, Claire!” Alan protested as though she’d insulted him. “Come on, that’s not a great analogy.”
“You need to thaw, is what you’re really saying,” Claire retorted over her shoulder. “And I agree, so no fridge time for you.”
― Rebecca Connolly, Mayhem on the Marzipan Express

“I'm trying to be proactive. And since we did so well with baking during a murder investigation last time, why not?"
Alan shook his head in an almost pitying manner. "There is something very twisted about what you just said, Claire."
"Plaited, if you please, Mr. Gables," she shot back. "I'm a good loaf, perfectly proved.”
― Rebecca Connolly, Mayhem on the Marzipan Express

“We've got a shape. Pointy. Big ouch."
"Big ouch?" Jonny repeated from where he sat.
"Shut the piehole, J. You're not the one inches away from blood-borne pathogens, okay?" Claire snapped, not moving her eyes from the wound.
"Where did you learn that phrase?" her soon-to-be-pummeled boyfriend asked.
Claire huffed noisily. "Teacher safety training. Now hush!”
― Rebecca Connolly, Mayhem on the Marzipan Express