Glad it was you and not me," Shane said, and offered Myrin a hand up. "Any brain damage?" "Since the bullet actually passed through his brain, then yes, idiot boy, there's certainly brain damage," Oliver said. "It will pass. His brain's the least fragile thing about him." "You say the nicest things," Myrin said. He was slurring his words, and he threw an arm around Oliver's neck. "Marry me.
Rachel CaineWant me to warm up the sauce?โ โDo we do that? I mean, itโs in a jar, right? Canโt you just dump it over the pasta?โ โWell, you can, but it tastes better if you warm it up.โ โOh.โ Eve sighed. โThis is complicated. No wonder I never cook.
Rachel CaineI never meant it," he was saying. "Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it, seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?
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