Promise me you’ll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know.Claire felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a rush of heat that made her dizzy. And something else, something frag...
If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.
Maybe you're not his type. Michael saidOh, now you're just being insulting.
No, not you two. Stay here.''Does he just not get how unfair and sexist that is?' Eve asked. 'Men.''You really want to go first?''Of course no. But I'd like the chance to to go first.
Hannah leaned against the wall. 'Mind if I call shotgun?''Since you're carrying one? Feel free.
Claire, I-Look, my life is one long series of screw-ups and bad decisions, and I know that. I own that. But you...I just want you to be happy. And it cuts me when you're not.I'm happy with you.She hea...
Shane looked faintly injured. I make it my business to know everything about silver. And I saw your notes. I study up on everything when it comes to your boss, anyway. There was a flicker of jealousy...
Me neither, Shane put in. Homie don’t play that.I wonder, sometimes, if your generation speaks English at all, Amelie said.
How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had? I sweat perfume. Like all girls.
Things that Shane doesn't want on his grave: (1.) I thought it wasn't loaded.(2.) Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank.(3.) Killed over Ice Cream
He held up one finger. I thought it wasn't loaded Shane said. Second finger. Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank. Third finger. Killed over ice cream. Basically, any death that requires me to...
Faster! Shane yelled. Eve hit the gas hard, and whipped around a slower-moving van. The firing ceased, at least for now. You see why I didn't want you to stop?Okay, your father is officially ! Eve yel...
Eve took me to teach me how to fence, Claire said.Not so much how to fence as how to hold a sword and not drop it, Eve said. And then I fought Oliver to a draw.Shane fluttered his hands. Oh, and then...
And then it was between Shane and Claire on who retreated first. Uou go, he said.Why?Shane and Pete exchangedblooks. Seriously? Pete asked.Yeah, she's like that, Shane said, and turned to her. Because...
You couldn't be romantic if your life depended on it. You know what's lucky? Most bad guys don't ask you to be romantic on command, so that probably won't matter.
Right. I’ve been missing Nutty McFang anyway.Stop making up names for him.What about Count Crackula?Just stop.
He let Shane drop back down in his chair, and walked out, back stiff. Furious.Shane sat with his hands clutching at the armrests. He exchanged a stunned look with Eve, and they both stood up at once....
Ew.''Yeah,' Claire said. 'I need a shower.''I don't think a shower's going to cut it. Maybe fire hoses, and those brushes they use on elephants.' Eve stepped back and offered Shane a hand up as he fin...
Shane settled his flamethrower more comfortably on his shoulders. Ladies? After you.Rude, Claire said.I was being polite!Not when you have a flamethrower.
See? she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede!Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!