I've dug so deep into his background, I can practically tell you when he stopped waring diapers.

She's not the one I want." His words came out terse. "It's you. It's been you since...since the minute I first saw you.

She's a serial kisser. I think her parents are French.

And this is what you get for laughing at me." He pulled her up a few inches until his lips touched hers.

You knocked the door down." Disbelief rang in his matter-of-fact tone. "I know," she answered,unable to say anything else. Unable to look away from his body. "But it's solid oak." "I know." She felt the solid oak beneath her and a little shocked that she'd done it, too. If it mattered at all, her shoulder felt a little bruised. And it was the slight pain that brought some reality back into the moment. "You don't have any clothes on." Oh, God, did she really say that?

Thanks, but that's not going to fix anything. It's like putting a Band-Aid on a bullet wound.

My feet are always cold. I'm a vampire," he said in a teasing voice, almost as if he was trying to chase away Holiday's somberness. "And if I remember correctly, you complained about that last night." He slowed down and slipped his arm around Holiday. "Marrying you doesn't scare me a bit. It's the best thing that could ever happen to me. I'd never run out on you. I'll be the first one to the church.