"His smile curled up at one corner, proof positive he was up to no good."
"There was something unnatural about his lingering, vacant stare; it sent a glacier of ice-cold fear sliding down my spine."
"After All, there was no quieter place in the world than Norway. Nothing ever happened there."
"For now, I was Ellie Overholt, an American girl in Norway, and I’d finally get to do things my way. Even if I wasn’t sure exactly what that was quite yet."
"I had to bite my cheek hard not to smile right back at him as I prepared to fire the winning shot."
"Life with Tuck was a never-ending chess match - you had to plan ahead at least ten moves or you’d be toast."
"This is strictly business, Ells," he said with a wink as one hand released the railing and found its way up my back. "Try not to enjoy it so much."
"It might have been just wishful thinking - but I thought I felt something brush my lips ever so lightly before sleep pulled me under for good. "
"The thrill that looped through me at his touch was all I needed to remind me of my life at home. The life I wasn’t quite ready to give up."