...treat people with understanding when you can, and fake it when you can't until you do understand.

She’s not much of a team player, more of a team yeller.

Al was looking at me in disbelief. “Not your lover?” “No.” “But he is Rachel candy,” Al said, his confusion too honest to be faked.

I meant I’m not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.

Do you have a sleeping bag?” I stared at him. “No. I lost it in the great salt-dip of ’06.

I like the second better, but the first fits with the vampire watching what she can’t have.” I blinked. “What he can’t have,” I amended, flushing.

I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn't expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky.