Uh-uh. We've played this game before. I hide. You never seek. I'm a bit slow on the uptake, but I'm beginning to sense a pattern.

Maybe I'm being selfish, but I choose you." He leaned over, lips brushing mine as he whispered, "I always choose you.

Perfect night, wasn't it?" "It could have been." I smiled up at him. "But you were there.

Nothing screws up a séance like the appearance of a real ghost. ~Jaime Vegas

When I glanced at the chair, it started to shake. I’d like to think it was scared of me, but I rarely invoked that response in living things, let alone inanimate objects.

Your mother sets you up blind dates? With guys like that?" The corners of his mouth twitched. "She doesn't like you very much, does she?

I don’t care if I get one at all. Just as long as I keep getting anniversaries.