I just had to stay cool. Zen. No punching in the face. Punching would not be Zen.

The phone rang. I picked it up. "Kate Daniels" "It's me," Curran said. "I—" I hung up.

And I meant to tell you: that was a one-in-a-thousand shot." She raised her hand. "Don't." "It was awesome," George confirmed. "It really was," Jack said. "His head exploded.

Now was not a good time, but we didn't often get to chose the time to repay our debts.

If you come back to me, I'll never leave you", I whispered into the furry ear. "I'll make you all the pies you could ever eat.

He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...

Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind . . . I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.