Finn regarded pesky little things like wedding bands, engagement rings, and jealous, hulking menfolk more as amusing challenges than immovable obstacles that could be hazardous to his health.

Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.” “Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows. There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter. “Shut up, idiot.

You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.

I'm a figment of your imagination. You're only imagining that I'm sitting here eating with you. Because I'm just so freaking awesome that people daydream about being seen with me.

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.