His Unlikely Lover Quotes

“I don’t know. I think that the answer to your question lies in a place called Never Land, which is located just east of when hell freezes over and to the north of when pigs sprout wings.”
― Natasha Anders, His Unlikely Lover

“You’re either going to have to do something about the way you feel or you’re
going to have to move on.”
― Natasha Anders, His Unlikely Lover

“Gabe loved watching her laugh, she always put her whole body into it—he used to tickle her when they were kids just to hear it. He especially enjoyed the cute snorts that went with the convulsive giggling. As he watched her erupt, he realized that he hadn’t heard her laugh like this in too long and that it had been wholly his fault.”
― Natasha Anders, His Unlikely Lover

“She wouldn’t allow him to creep into her life only to make her feel inadequate again. She was determined to be stronger than that.”
― Natasha Anders, His Unlikely Lover

“I guess you think I’m an idiot.” Bobbi broke the silence between them, toying with the basket of cutlery on the table.

“Not even close.” He shook his head. “I think Gabe is the idiot.”

“For getting involved with me?” she asked miserably.

“For not telling the world that he snagged you,” Chase corrected,”
― Natasha Anders, His Unlikely Lover

“Oh, so you’re doing it for all of us?” Chase asked sarcastically. “How big of you! What a relief to hear that you’re not just covering your own butt so that you don’t look like a complete dick when you dump Bobbi and move on to your next conquest.”
― Natasha Anders, His Unlikely Lover

“Well, damn. Could it be that Bobbi Richmond wanted him too? Well wasn’t that just frikken fantastic? Knowing that she may want him in return was going to make it so much harder for him to resist her. That was just one more complication he didn’t need. He needed to fix this fast.”
― Natasha Anders, His Unlikely Lover

“It was just Bobbi. He nearly laughed his relief out loud. He didn’t know what he had expected, but this short-haired, golden-skinned, sleeping urchin stirred no desire in him—no crazy, ill-advised lust. Nothing close to it. He felt fondness, affection, even love. Every insipid emotion associated with platonic friendship one could hope for. No desire. None at all.”
― Natasha Anders, His Unlikely Lover