Lassiter came in alone, likely because Doc Jane had returned to the Pit. And the angel was naked as a jaybird… and just frickin’ fine. No bullet holes, no scars, no contusions. “You keep looking at me like that and you’d better buy me dinner afterward.

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.

It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.

Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.

Those deep hazel eyes held his and didn't blink. "You'd be amazed what I would do to keep you alive." Abruptly, V's mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-to-chest, he knew every inch of his body, felt it all at once.

Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been.

Strong relationships are not rocked by a truth that is grounded by resolute monogamy.