As one, the shapechangers turned and looked at me. I wondered what they'd do if I asked to borrow a cup of sugar.

He kissed me, and I pulled my personal psycho into bed with me.

Why were you in a vehicle with Kate, alone? What were you wearing? What was she wearing? How long were you there? Did you do something or did you talk? What was the nature of your discussion? Could this trip have been avoided?" I rubbed my face. "So basically you're scared that His Lordship might get his panties in a bunch?" "That's one way to put it.

Other pirates leaped over the railing. One, two... seven... thirteen. A baker’s dozen. Wait, fifteen. Eighteen... Twenty-one. The odds weren’t in our favor. “Maybe they just came over to borrow a cup of sugar,” I said. Andrea barked a short laugh. Curran put his hand on my shoulder. “That’s a lot of sugar. Must be a big cake.

And then what?" "I'll burn that bridge when I cross it.

He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho.

I know people who will gently persuade you to be forthcoming.