You don’t drink?” Samantha asked, clearly surprised. Jack shrugged easily. “Occasionally. But it’s not my poison.” “And what is your poison?” He eyed her dress. Samantha laughed, a husky, sexy sound. “So your reputation is earned.” “Which one is that?” “The one about you being a wily, unapologetic, womanizing rake.” “That’s a mouthful.
~ Alexi Lawless
