Nick looked vaguely homicidal, but that was sort of his default expression.

She hesitated, then reached out to Jared in her mind, and uncertainty washed away in the wave of reassurance she got back.

And about that," he continued. "Now that Kami and I have met, she likes me better than you. So you can leave.

Also, you may not have noticed, but this is a cupboard." "I admit that our private office is of modest dimensions," Kami told him, "But that's the way we like it. Just because we're editors doesn't mean we need special privileges. We're not snobs.

You want useless, you have come to the right guy. I can be useless for hours at a time. Weeks even. I'm currently closing in on a month of being totally useless, which is by way of being a personal best.

Nick is driving us," Jamie informed him. "Nick has a car. Nick has TWO cars. Ha!

Peter,” Ashley asked softly, “Do you know what that was?” “Of course,” Peter said, much affronted. “A thimble.” “No,” said Ashley, staring, “That was a kiss.” “Didn’t it strike you as a little different from other thimbles you’ve had in the past?” Peter looked shifty. “Well, yes.” “Ha!” “It was my first thimble with tongue.” Peter told her with dignity.