“Put it this way, how do you feel about the supernatural?”“I’m fine with it,” Molly replied coolly. “I used to watch Charmed and Buffy and all those shows.”Gabriel winced slightly. “This isn’t quite the same thing.”“Okay, well, listen to this. Last week my horoscope in Cosmo told me I was going to meet an enchanting strangerand this guy on the bus gave me his phone number. I’m a total believer now.”“Yeah, you’ve really seen the light,” Xavier said under his breath.“Did you know that Sagittarians have a problem with sarcasm?” Molly snapped.“That would be very enlightening, except I’m a Leo.”“Yeah, well, everyone knows they’re a pack of assholes!”“My God, you’re like talking to a rock.”“You’re a rock!”

“So how’s it going?”“Okay. Glad to be home, I guess. Gus told me you were in the ICU?”“Yeah,” I said.“Sucks,” he said.“I’m a lot better now,” I said. “I’m going to Amsterdam tomorrow with Gus.”“I know. I’m pretty well up-to-date on your life, because Gus never. Talks. About. Anything. Else.”

“Yeah, I know, the Mars thing. I've been meaning to talk to you about that. When did you get the idea it would be cute to carve my dad's cell-phone number on a rock in the middle of Syrtis Major? He hates it when people call me on his phone."Kit gave Nita a resigned look. "Sorry," he said, "I couldn't resist.”

“While the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I’m serious. You’re not a hook up. You’re not a friend with benefits. You’re more than that to me.”I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. “Well, that was…really sort of perfect.”“I’m really sort of perfect … Everyone else knows that. You’re just a little slow on the uptake.”

“I’m sure you think you’re a very nice guy, but from where I’m sitting at the moment all I see is an asshole. Yes, you’re a very good-looking asshole, with a great body and handsome face and nice tan and all that, but do you know what the best thing about assholes is? When they keep quiet and go away.”

“I have cookies.”“Cookies?” My brows rose.“Yeah, and I made them. I’m quite the baker.” For some reason, I couldn’t picture that. “You baked cookies?”“I bake a lot of things, and I’m sure you’re dying to know all about those things. But tonight, it was chocolate and walnut cookies. They are the shit if I do say so myself.”