“I'm like the fucking Three Stooges of espionage. All three of 'em. All rolled into one!”

“What do you want, MacGuffin, a duel?”“No.” Julian held out both hands, one palm flat, the other held over it in a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors. Two out of three.”Ty rolled his eyes and held out his fist, apparently willing to play. Julian hit his palm three times, and Ty kept time with his fist in the air. But when Julian threw a paper, Ty reached into his jacket with his other hand and pulled his gun, aiming it at Julian.“Ty!” Zane said in exasperation from the front seat.“Glock, paper, scissors. I win.”“You are an ass,” Julian muttered.”

“All's I'm saying is love's a blessing, no matter all the same.”

“Fucking pyromanic, Crazier'n a male crab, that one.”

“All you shitheads need Jesus so far as I'm concerned.”

“Zane just smiled and walked to open the door for him. “Let‟s go, doll.”Ty merely rolled his eyes as he walked past him.Give the man a weapon and suddenly he was all smiles again.”

“Zane rolled his eyes. "Galloping crazies."Ty squeezed his hand. "Well, you said you liked horses.”