“how much he loved being alone except when he didn't, except when it got to be too much?”

“Mister didn't come with me on cases, being above such trivial matters, but he found me pleasant company when I was at home and not moving around too much, except when he didn't, in which case he went rambling”

“Nodding, Parker ate. “He’s an exceptional kisser.”“He really is. He . . . How do you know?” When Parker just smiled, Emma’s jaw dropped. “You? You and Jack? When? How?”“I think it’s disgusting,” Mac muttered. “Yet another best pal moving on my imaginary ex.”“Two kisses, my first year at Yale, after we ran into each other at a party and he walked me back to the dorm. It was nice. Very nice. But as exceptional a kisser as he is, it was too much like kissing my brother. And as exceptional a kisser as I am, I believe he felt it was too much like kissing his sister. And that’s how we left it. I gather that wasn’t an issue for you and Jack.”

“He drank too much when he could get it, ate too much when it was there, talked too much all the time.”

“I had my own bed. I slept in it alone, except for those times when we needed—not sex—but sex was how we got there.”

“he knows too much about himself to subject her to a morning after, when he will be cold, surly, impatient to be alone.”