Often people with fine countenances and fit bodies were mistakenly assumed by others to have the brains to match.

And God help them both, if it hadn’t been for Saxton, Qhuinn would have dropped the l-word right then and there, even though the timing was stupid.

It was the wife, John thought. And she was giving this tough guy a tongue-lashing. And the man was taking it. "Okay. I love you. Bye." Tohrment flipped the phone closed and put it in his pocket. When he focused on John again, he clearly respected his wife enough not to roll his eyes and make some macho, shithead comment about pesky women.

No Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common.” Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.

Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.

Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.

Great rationalizations. All of which her adrenal gland middle-fingered and then carried right on.