The Best Kind of Trouble Quotes

“You’re ballsy, Nats. Jeez.”
“Pfft. Why do men say that? Balls? If you kick them or bump them or they get cold or too warm, you guys go down for the count. I say I have vagina. Way tougher than balls. Though it does hurt to get kicked there.”
He sputtered and then laughed and laughed. “We need to think of another term, though. Vagina up? No. I’ll think about it and get back to you. So did he agree, then? To sell you the guitar, I mean?”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“Oh, my God. I can’t believe you held back about Ezra. Tell me every last detail right this moment.”
“You’re a bossy bitch.”
“Damn right I am. Holder backer! You’re a holder backer! Jeez.”
“That’s such a dumb insult, I can’t even be mad at it. You have a master’s degree, and that’s the best you’ve got?”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“Look, we don’t often talk about it, but the road is hard. Your health is worth more than any of that shit.”
“You think I’m weak, then?”
“No.” He flipped his brother off. “Just the opposite. But you got tossed out of an airplane and hit the ground at full speed. It took you years to put yourself back together and you’re better than you were before. I’m saying if you don’t want to do it, I’m your biggest cheerleader.”
“I’d rather see Natalie in a short skirt, thanks.”
He flipped Ezra off with his other hand, too. “Not fucking likely.”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“Panties can go. I like the socks, though.”
Ever so slowly, she pulled one tie and then the other and tugged until the panties fell from her body.
“Seeing you naked is like being really hungry when you go grocery shopping. I want to rush and devour every inch of your body even when I know I’d be better off going slowly.”
“You’re really good at this stuff.”
“Advance warning, a lot of this stuff goes into lyrics.”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“So that started this thing, and Paddy never really thought about it much until the guitar. He wanted that guitar so bad, and he went to Ed and made a case to Ed but Ed told him to fuh—go away. How’d you do it?”
“At first, I tried logic. I came at him head-on, and he blew me off. Because I was a woman he was mannerly enough, but it was clear he had no interest in selling the guitar. So I started calling him a few times a week. Then I sent him Sweet Hollow Ranch CDs. He got mad at me at first. And then I drove down there and showed up at his house.”
“You did what? Christ! I told you not to go down there alone. He could have been insane or a serial killer or something. Paddy is going to kill me.”
“Hush. You didn’t tell me that until after I’d already gone down there. So technically, once you told me not to, I didn’t. But anyway. I showed up, and I followed him around pretty much all day until he finally agreed to listen to one track if I’d leave him alone. So I played him ‘Be There.’ And I said, ‘Don’t you think your guitar would make magic with this man playing it?’”
“You’re ballsy, Nats. Jeez.”
“Pfft. Why do men say that? Balls? If you kick them or bump them or they get cold or too warm, you guys go down for the count. I say I have vagina. Way tougher than balls. Though it does hurt to get kicked there.”
He sputtered and then laughed and laughed. “We need to think of another term, though. Vagina up? No. I’ll think about it and get back to you.”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“But I love the park next door, and the views are beautiful.” He stepped closer. “Like you.”
“Oh, you’re good, Hurley.”
He grinned and kissed her slow and easy.
“First shopping and then when we get back, we’ll get a massage, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard, no one is going to look us in the eye when we check out, because you’re gonna make so much noise.”
“That’s a very bold promise.”
“One that’ll bring me a great deal of pleasure to keep.”
“Win-win for me, then.”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“Paddy took her into the booth where Ezra turned, his face all business until he recognized her. “Nats, hello darlin’.” He gave her a hug.
“What is it with all you guys and your need to call my girlfriend pet names and hug up all over her? Hnads. Off. Ezra. Jeez.”
“But he’s so adorable and huggable, Patrick.” She gave Paddy what he called her puppy-dog eyes, and he grinned.
“Ezra huggable and adorable? Okay, well, that’s gonna make me snicker for days.”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“I forgot to tell you Mary invited us to dinner. It’ll be all my brothers. My parents may stop in, but they’ve been away this week.”
“You forgot? Really?”
“I came into this room, and you took your clothes off. I forgot everything after that.”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“I don’t like being really sweaty.” She sipped her cappuccino. “Well, outside of a few examples. Some kinds of sweat are worth the exertion.”
He leaned closer. “Please tell me you’re talking about sex.”
She blinked, keeping her expression serious. “No, I’m talking about raking leaves. Of course I’m talking about sex.”
He wiped his brow theatrically. “I’m going to change the subject, or I’ll be useless for hours. Bobbi says you never drink iced stuff. Now that September is here, that’s one thing, but in full summer, too?”
“Are you a coffee spy, Paddy?” She raised a brow.
“If I am, can I capture you and do whatever I have to to get you to cooperate?”
The words fell over her, heated, dirty innuendo. “Maybe.”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“She burst out laughing. “Did you just quote Silence of the Lambs at me? Serial killer dialogue meant to reassure me?”
He cursed under his breath, and she reached out to pat his arm to reassure him. “I know it was a joke. Really. I’m more concerned you have a foot fetish than with you being a serial killer.”
“Foot fetish?”
“The toes comment? I mean, look, if it floats someone’s boat, more power to them. But I can’t even get a pedicure because people touching my feet weirds me out.”
“Note to self, don’t try to paint Nat’s toenails.” He turned with a grin on his face. “We’re both being way more nervous than we need to be.”
“Yeah. Probably.”
“I like cute toes when they’re painted and looking great in nice high heels. I don’t want to lick them or anything. Yours would probably be worth it. But I can control my baser urges.”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“Pfft. Why do men say that? Balls? If you kick them or bump them or they get cold or too warm, you guys go down for the count. I say I have vagina. Way tougher than balls. Though it does hurt to get kicked there.”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“You’re ballsy, Nats. Jeez.” “Pfft. Why do men say that? Balls? If you kick them or bump them or they get cold or too warm, you guys go down for the count. I say I have vagina. Way tougher than balls. Though it does hurt to get kicked there.”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“Someone isn’t your family simply because they contributed to your DNA. Family is how you act.”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble

“I need to help you kill someone and hide the body?”
― Lauren Dane, The Best Kind of Trouble