I guess now would be a good time to tell you," He said. "I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.

When did you get so smart?" He tapped his forehead. "Brain transplant. They put in a whale's. I'm passing all my classes with my eyes closed now, but I just can't get over this craving for krill." He shrugged. "And I feel sorry for the whale that got my brain. Probably swimming around Florida now trying to catch glimpses of girls in bikinis.

Then Maura made something with butter and Calla made something with bacon and Blue steamed broccoli in self-defense.

How do you get 'feng shui' out of 'thoughtful'?

Sean reaches out between us and takes my wrist. He press his thumb on my pulse. My heartbeat trips and surges against his skin. I'm pinned by his touch, a sort of fearful magic. We stand and stand, and I wait for my pulse against his finger to slow, but it doesn't Finally, he releases my wrist and says," I'll see you on the cliffs tomorrow.

It was exactly what I wanted-beautiful distraction.

Why did everything feel like saying good-bye?