Good Guy Quotes

“hockey was not exactly civilized given that it involved thousands of pounds of brute force distilled to superhuman physiques. Throw in knives on feet, clubs in hands, and a no-holds barred, full-contact environment, and you had society-sanctioned war with water breaks.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“You're not giving up on this, are you?" His voice was a raspy murmur, so low she had to inch closer to be sure she wouldn't miss another precious word out of his mouth. Precious, because of the story, she insisted. Everything happening right now-breathing, thinking, speaking, being-felt fraught.
And exciting.

This emotion racing through her veins was the most alive she'd felt in years.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“Her heart checked for him. That night after Josh's funeral, he'd been the consummate listener. Just watching, taking her cues, waiting for her to open up about her pain, and not indulging in what must have been his own.

Then she took advantage by eating his face off.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“Keep your fire for problems you can solve and never forget that your woman is likely stronger than you think.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“We live in this world where one person is paid millions because he does one thing well, yet we can’t feed kids or look after our vets or put roofs over everyone’s heads. People will pay two hundred bucks to watch a hockey game, will read about the diet of a guy who bashes a puck around for a few minutes a night, but they’re fine with their fellow citizens dropping dead around them. Priorities are so fucked up.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“We’ve heard you’re resistant to interviews.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“I don't regret that kiss." His voice sounded like he was speaking through gravel. "Five years ago. Or now."
"You don't?"
His breath sawed in and out. "I understand that you do. Of course you do. But I needed it then. So bad.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“You're … wow."
"Nice vocabulary, Ms. Reporter."
"Would you rather I commented on your rigid manhood, your swollen tumescence, your engorged-"
"Wow it is.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“Levi Hunt was six feet three of Special Forces badassery, his body a honed weapon, his gaze sharp enough to fell the enemy or a weak-willed woman at fifty paces. Objectively, she'd recognized this when she first met him. He had a gruff, dangerous quality that would appeal to many.

She had never considered herself one of them.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy