My God, Jack - with a look like that, you two should just get a room. And try not to pick the one with a dead body next to it this time.

Is that an invitation?” “I suppose it is.” “Good.” Cade’s voice dropped lower, adding one last thing before hanging up. “And tell your friend in the striped shirt that he’s in my seat.

Now anyone who has ever been on a blind date is well familiar with “The Moment”—that moment where you first walk into the bar or restaurant or coffee shop and scan the crowd and suddenly your heart stops and you say to yourself: oh, please—let it be him.

Sweet Jesus. It was The Delicious in the dark shirt and jeans.

Score one for Team Kendall, Payton thought. Not that it was a competition between them. Not at all.

Thank God she wasn’t still hanging out in her underpants.

It's a truth universally acknowledged that an FBI special agent in possession of great skill and talent is likely to engage in trash talk every now and then.