Claire. Wake up.โ She blinked and realized that her head was on Shaneโs shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadnโt realized she was so close to him, snuggled in. Her third was that although Michaelโs part of the couch was empty, Shane hadnโt moved away. And he was watching her with warm, friendly eyes. Oh. Oh, wow, that was nice.
Rachel CaineIf you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.
Rachel CaineDammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervert!โ Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. โI swear, Iโm going to start taking my clothes off!โ The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line, and then faded away. โChicken,โ she said, and paced the room, back and forth.
Rachel CaineAre you armed?" Oliver asked her. She glanced down at her backpack and instantly, instinctively held back. "No." "Lie to me again and I'll put you out on the street and do this myself." Claire swallowed. "Uh, yeah." "With what?" "Silver-coated stakes, wooden stakes, a crossbow, about ten bolts . . . oh, and a squirt gun with some silver-nitrate solution." He smiled grimly at the dark windshield. "What, no grenade launchers?" "Would they work?" "I choose not to comment.
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