Least he's committed," I offered. "Or needs to be.

He seemed determines, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possible Milk Duds.

Since I had a soft spot for zombies and my curiosity was killing me, I opted for plan Z.

She didn't smile back. Not even a little. I totally needed to read that book on how to win friends and influence people. But that would involve an innate desire to win friends and influence people.

It is sexy in here or is it just me?

She blinked at me, then realized I was panicking. Honestly, it was like admitting to murder before being interrogated. “Ms. Davidson,” she began, but I decided to trip her up, to throw her off the trail of blood I’d left like an injured animal. “I don’t speak English.

You were the one who hit me on the roof? I hit you on the jaw. We just happened to be on a roof at the time.