I don’t know what’s happened to you. You used to be such a nice girl. Now you’ve gone all stabby and whatnot.
I resisted the urge to pour mouthwash in my brain.
A corner of his mouth quirked up. “I play pool. Shoot hoops sometimes too. Any other sport you’re curious about?” “Hockey? Polo?” “Simultaneously. Trick is to keep the horses on their skates.
Rock, meet stubborn place.
He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.
... he was sunset against the mountains, strong, vibrant, dangerous, and yet somehow sheltering, protective. And married. Picnic, meet rain.