Revenge was the emptiest of emotions. Apparently it motivated people to do the stupidest things as well.

I'd address his way of trying to discourage Ian later. After all, he could have come up with something other than saying I was a whiny, smelly, trumpet-snoring bad lay.

Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.

...that left Francesca to slink into the chair opposite us. My feeling of superiority was short-lived, however, when she settled herself down and then crossed her legs. I didn't need a mirror to know my whole face had just turned red. With a hemline up to her thighs that gesture didn't leave anything to the imagination. Bones curled his fingers around mine and squeezed. His hand was still warmed from our contact moments ago. That's how fast he had to grab me again to keep me sitting where I was instead of yanking off my jacket to make her a pair of panties.

Bones smiled. “Oh, grand. Going to make me beat the truth out of you? My favorite way to work.

Will the real Red Reaper please stand up?

This isn't going to be easy," I grumbled as we headed toward the exit. Bones shrugged. "Nothing worthwhile ever is.