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.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

Well...he's back in an exam room. Should I get out a quarter?" Everybody groaned. There was only one He out of the legions of male patients they treated, and coin bingo was typically how the staff decided who had to deal with him.

Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple. He was her home. He was where she belonged.

I love her so damned much." Manny heard himself say. “That’s my heart right there. That’s my woman”.

Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

Christ, don't you ever knock? It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?