“A sly smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he peered into the trunk. "Why do you have Robin Hood's toy chest?"- Brendan Daniels”

“I stumbled away. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and just looked athim. "What was that?"His chest rose and fell heavily. "A kiss.""Why?""Why?" He laughed. His blue eyes suddenly looked so sad. "Because I've wanted to do that for twenty years.”

“The corners of his lips picked up. "You really didn't know I've been following you for the last five weeks?"Yeah, please feel free to make me feel stupid for that, Ken doll. I shook my head."Well, of course not, because if you knew someone was watching you, you probably wouldn't have given yourself a spanking on the roof."And just like that, the man turned the humour back on. Weird.- Chapter 3: Heather and Brendan”

“Can you stop calling me kid?" I snapped. "It may have escaped your attention, but I am not actually a child."The left corner of his mouth crept upward. "It hasn't escaped my attention.”

“Killing me still on the agenda, tough girl?"I walked over to the desk. "Yup, right here next to buy Brendan a leash.""Glad to know you have a sense of humour.""I wasn't joking." I mumbled, knowing he would be able to hear me.”

“How long are you planning on us sitting up here, kid?" Brendan asked.I looked over at him. He sat still, with his head leant back against the rooftop wall, his eyes closed, his hands resting on his lap."Sorry, is being here getting in the way of your beauty sleep?""I don't need beauty sleep, kid. I'm naturally this good-looking."I snorted."Whatever makes you feel good, Shifter." No point boosting his ego.”

“What happened to the days of the hero rescuing the damsel in distress?" Not that I could envisage Heather as a damsel in distress."Those days are long gone, Brendan. Nowadays, the damsel takes care of herself, and on occasion she might even rescue the hero, if she feels he deserves it.""I'm screwed, then.”