The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again

No matter what happens, I'll always come back to you." "Promise?" I asked in a shaky voice. Logan's eyes burned with icy determination. "Promise.

But I'd much rather face a dozen assassins like LaFleur any night than deal with something as tricky, convoluted, and fragile as my feelings.

My heart lifted, and a matching grin curved my lips. He wanted to see me again. Maybe he really did like me after all. I felt like doing a happy dance, but of course, I was way too cool for that. I'd at least wait until I got back to my hotel room, alone, where no one would see.

What are you smiling at?’ - ‘Oh, nothing much. Just my hero

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.