I have a cotillion event. Some yacht-club charity fundraiser thingy. Whitney is insisting, and Kit took her side.” Three wide smiles. “Oh shut up.

She wanted to feel safe. Untouchable in her home. The ultimate female fantasy.

Fine. Everybody wears seatbelts. No radio. No distractions.” Ben shot Hi a stern look. “No running commentary.” “Your loss,” Hi said. “To the pimp ride!

I was a university professor, I could talk on and on and on. Give me a podium and you have to drag me off with a hook.

I see you, Ben. I always have. You're in my pack." He pulled away. "What if being packmates isn't enough for me?

People love to hate the gravedigger.

As a pirate, she once undressed a fencing instructor using only her sword!