You made your own jean shorts...with a butter knife?

You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless.

Then it's settled," I said. "We'll do a dream conference call." That love and rapture faltered. "Wait. How is it settled? How did we go from me declaring my love for you to me being okay with a dream?" "It's Adrian Ivashkov logic. Don't try to understand it. Just roll with it.

Wow. What'd he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If so, you might want to make sure he didn't set the building on fire in the first place.

Even Christian—the poster child for "smartass"—looked grim.

Did you hotwire this car?" I then rephrased my question. "Did you STEAL this car?

I have it on good authority that Victor's going to have car trouble. Also that Robert really likes Cheerios, so if you want some, you're out of luck. He doesn't seem like the sharing type.