“I got to my feet and brushed sand off the seat of my pants. 'How about you sell me the 'Stang for thirty dollars? I can even pay cash.' He laughed, slinging his arm around my shoulders. 'Drunk, but not that drunk, Grey.”

“Friends don't let friends drive drunk.""Are you trying to appeal to my conscience?""How can you turn down a once-in-a-lifetime chance to drive the 'Stang?""How about you sell me the 'Stang for thirty dollars? I can even pay cash.""Drunk, but not that drunk, Grey.”

“You'll get in," Quince assures me, proving once again that he can read my mind, even without a magical bond. "And if you don't," he adds, slinging an arm around my shoulders, "you can always take over for me at the lumberyard.""Ha ha," I reply, sending a sharp elbow into his ribs."Lighten up, princess.”

“You okay now ?" he asked."Okay."He tightened his arms and lifted me off my feet. "Mercy?" he growled into my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist. " Yeah" , I said. "Me too.”

“He took a breath, then proclaimed, 'Lady Shaselle of Hytanica, I am in love with you.' I burst into laughter, pulling my legs up to ease my aching stomach muscles. He rolled onto his side to look at me, propping his head up with his hand. 'I'm serious,' he insisted, grinning foolishly at me. 'You're drunk.' 'True, but even drunks can be in love.”

“He patted my shoulder. "What's up with you? All of a sudden, you're bucking the system.""i got drunk and had an epiphany.""Shit, this is serious!" He gasped. "Last time that happened to me, i woke up gay.”