Stop being so..." "Charming?Attractive?Irresistible? "I'm going with arrogant.

As I leafed through the book in front of me and watched the dust swirl in the air, I wondered if maybe there was some evil dormant virus in the pages that would infect me, like the mummy dust that used to kill archaeologists. Death by research. That was not a glorious end.

You are so lucky I'm too tired to murder you right now.

I wish the dryer were running, because man, I could use a good...tumble dry."-Eve Rosser

Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.

Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.

but sometimes optimism is the only drug that works. But it’s sadly temporary in its effects.