First Pallas and now you,” the gray-haired man said, shaking his head at Nick. “It’s like I’m running a goddamn dating service around here.
I’ve been in love with you since the very beginning. You asked why there isn’t anyone else in my life, and the reason… is you.
If you also thinks it means I wake up every morning wondering what I did to deserve having you back in my life, well, you’d be right about that too.
My God, Jack – with a look like that, you two should just get a room. And try not to pick the one with a dead body next to it this time.
I’m not sure I trust myself around you I liked you from the start, J.D. I really wish things had been different, that’s all.
Putting aside your blatant patriarchal biases in assuming the necessary presence of a male familial figurehead, yes, I had a nice brunch, thanks.
That wasn’t Josh Hartnett; that kid was eighteen years old,” Kate said.I told you, they age slower out here. It’s all the fresh California air,” Val re
You know, just sit in the corner and glare at him the whole time. See if he crumbles.” “I’ve seen your hard-ass face, Tuck,” Charlie said. “Mostly, you just look constipated. Ford, you’d better do the glaring.
She spoke under her breath to Nick. “Is there a reason he’s only wearing one sock?” “He puked on his foot.” “Oh.” She turned back to Huxley. “Can we get you another sock? Maybe a blanket or something?
What about you? Girlfriend? Wife? Kids? Perhaps a gaggle of towheaded, extra large boys who already excel at sports and know how to make fire with the ass end of a lightning bug?
You look like you should be on a Wheaties box with this haircut.
He growled low in his throat. “I don’t think I can do this the nice way, Jessica.
Since you’re obviously in need of something to do, instead of shouting at me through this whole drill, isn’t there some tree you could fell with your bare hands, or a boulder somewhere that needs tossing?
Kids, Roberts,” she said, just to be clear. “I have fertile eggs in me, and I’m talking about havingbabies.”She waited for the eye twitch. Or hell, even a tiny twinge.Instead, with a smile, he pulled her in for a kiss.
For the record, you are knocking it out of the park with this speech.
Her eyes widened. “Ooh… was it hate sex? I’ve always wanted to have hate sex.
John turned to her, with streaks of dried blood along his face. “Thank goodness we got the easy job.
Is that an invitation?”“I suppose it is.”“Good.” Cade’s voice dropped lower, adding one last thing before hanging up. “And tell your friend in the striped shirt that he’s in my seat.
I don’t mind hot and spicy. Actually find that appealing in a girl. And chicken wings.