“My name is Cammie!” I didn’t think about all the people I could have woken, all the alarms that might have gone off. I just snapped, “How did you know about Boston? Why are you working with Mr. Solomon now? Are you my friend or are you my enemy, Zach? Or, wait, let me guess, you can’t tell me.”

“But on the upside, I guess we're getting ready to find out if you really only love me for my jet.""I might love you for your jet," Gabrielle said, straight-faced.He smiled a Kat. "What about you?""Yeah," Kat said, nodding. "I guess that is the question.”

“Zach,” I said as I lay there “Where did you go? When you were looking for me?”I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes.“Crazy.” His voice was a whisper against my skin. “I went crazy.”

“Hey, Macey, sorry to drop in but Cammie just had to be alone with me. You know how she gets.”

“You know, Ms. Morgan, that was your mother you just hammered," Mr. Solomon said.”

“Cammie's going to be mad she missed this," Macey said to fill the silence."Excuse me?" Hale asked."Nothing." She shook her head. "I just... I have a friend who really likes air vents. And dumbwaiter shafts. And laundry chutes. Of course, the last time I was in a laundry chute, Cammie and I fell about a dozen stories...""Well, that sounds like fun.""It was either that or get kidnapped by terrorists, so I guess we got of easy.”

“You look disappointed to see me, Zach," Macey teased. "Don't you like my jacket?”