Curran and I mixed about as well as glycerin and nitric acid: put us together, shake a bit, and hit the deck as we exploded.

Somewhere in that database my name sat in its own little niche, the name of a reject, undisciplined and worthless. Just the way I liked it.

Her face looked like it would shatter any second.

So this is what it's about? This is your mature response to go off into the mountains rather than talking about it and have s'mores with a gnome and a mountain man." "Yep" "What's your plan for tomorrow? Brunch with a unicorn?

I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire.

You sure you don’t want me to stay? I’ll make you coffee and ask you about your day.

Seducing him in the tub smelling of vinegar was out of the question. There had to be some boundaries.