Don't feel bad, Angela," Kami said. "You know guys, they only want one thing. Repartee. I can't count how many times men have admired my well-turned phrases.

How many fingers am I holding up?" he inquired. Lucille regarded him blearily and said, "Avocado.

The cut in Nick's arm was starting to throb dully with the pressure he was putting on it. He kept looking at Alan. 'How many times have you lied to me?' he asked in a soft voice. Alan replied, equally softly, 'I've lost count.

I belong to you. He has no idea what he's up against. And that will get him in the end. I believe that. Everything's going to come right for you." "And you," Kami said again. "If everything's right for you," Jared said at last, "everything's right for me.

If I wasn't going to be a world-famous journalist and if I didn't have such respect for truth and justice, I could be an amazing master criminal.

I only date college guys.” “You don’t know any college guys,” Kami pointed out. Angela’s gaze went to Kami, and she smiled. “Which leaves me with more time for napping.

Hey, Jamie,' said Seb. 'Want a lift?' 'Hey, Seb,' Jamie responded without missing a beat 'Drop dead.