I meant I’m not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.
My office is trashed,” he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and took the coffee that I was holding out to him. “Why are you smiling? My fish are dead.
Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.
Don’t stereotype, Jenks. HAPA is an equal-opportunity hate group,” I said.
Lately I’d begun carrying pain amulets in my bag, like some people have breath mints.
I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn't expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky.