He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.

Keep the change, Gin," McCallister said in a smarmy, mocking voice. "Consider it an early Christmas present." "Aw," I drawled. "A whopping thirteen cents. You're too kind, Jonah. Why, you'd put Ebezener Scrooge to shame with your bighearted generosity.

It was better to know what people were really like than put your trust in someone who just wanted to hurt you in the end.

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond

Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.

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