He hung up and glanced at me. I'm sorry, I have to take care of business. It can't wait, but I'll keep it short.Not a problem. I'll busy myself with being seen and tossing my hair. Would you like me t...
So, are we still on tonight? For our dinner? I asked.Hell, yes. We’re on for tonight. We’re on for tomorrow. We’re on for the foreseeable future..
Do you have a girlfriend? Grandma Frida asked. I put my hand over my face. No, Mad Rogan said. A boyfriend? Grandma Frida asked. No. What about . . . No, Mom and I said in unison. But you don’t even k...
How can it not exist? What does that— A tiny grey body shot in front of the Land Rover. Squirrel!Mad Rogan swerved to the side, trying to avoid the suicidal beast. The SUV hit a curb and jumped. For a...
How do we get out of this circle? I asked him.We kill him, he said.Good. Let's kill him and go home.I thought you'd never ask.
He chuckled into my hair. My body decided this would be a fine moment to remember that his body was wrapped around mine and his body was muscular, hard, and hot, and my butt was pressed against his gr...
If you prefer, I can acquire a windowless creeper van, and we can huddle in it and eat greasy take out.