She wants me to take out Patton.” Barron’s brows draw together. “Take out? As in transform him?” “No,” I say. “As in take out to dinner. She thinks we’d make a good couple.

A man may daydream of how he would spend a million dollars, but playing the same game with a billion dollars sours the fantasy. There are too many possibilities. The house he once wished for with all his heart is suddenly too small. The travel, too cheap. He wanted to visit an island. Now he contemplates buying one.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

Oh- and grab the plastic bag over by my suitcase." I slug down the last of the coffee and get up. The bag contains panty hose. I put them on her desk. "They're for you." "You want me to look homeless, desperate, but also kind of fabulous?

Some promises aren’t worth keeping.

It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.