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

Having a fling with you doesn't appeal to me. You're handsome, but you're too inexperienced to be good in bed. Having ridden many horses doesn't make you a good rider; it just proves that you can't recognize a good one or don't know how to keep her.

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

Did I hurt you in the parking lot?" "No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car." Great.

Cough clenched, and vomited something chunky into the grass. Terrific. The big dog sat on his haunches and looked at William with a perplexed expression on his face. "Well, eat it back up," William hissed. "Don't waste it." Cough gave a tiny whine. "I'm not eating your puke." Cough panted at him. "No.

I'm a substitute mom." "You're more like a crazy aunt who only gets called when somebody needs bailing out of jail.

The Beast Lord way: often wrong but never in doubt.