Of course, the downside of attending a fictional school is that our lacrosse team sucks.

Hamish smiled and rubbed his hands together. "Sure we can. What do you say? Pigs in a Blanket?" He leaned over the cool counter and raised his eyebrows at Gabrielle. "The only way I'll get under a blanket with you is if both of us are on fire," she told him.

Waiting. Like it or not, it's a skill all spies have to master eventually.

Hale." Kat sighed. "The headmaster's car? Really? That's not to cliched for you?" What can I say?" He shrugged. "I'm an old-fashioned guy. Besides, it's a classic for a reason." He leaned against the window. "It's good to see you, Kat." Kat didn't know what to say. It's good to see you, too? Thanks for getting me kicked out? Is it possible you've gotten even hotter? I think I might have missed you?

Every decent con man knows that the simplest truth is more powerful than even the most elaborate lie.

Hey I bruise," Hale said. "Also, you are freakishly strong.

I'll be back. And when i am,i promise i'll have answers.