“She shot me a sugar-coated smile. I matched it calorie for calorie.”

“She went in the pool," she finished for me. "Ohmigod. She was killed while tweeting. It was Twittercide!”

“Why is it that when someone says "trust me", I always feel less inclined to do so?”

“Mental face palm. Suddenly I wasn't sure there was enough room on the campus for both me and his ego.”

“I need to be casual but not too casual. Dressy but not too dressy. I need him to think I just threw on the first thing I found and that I'm not taking this too seriously or overthinking it or even that I was thinking about it at all. Because I'm not. I'm totally not thinking about him, and I don't want him to think I was thinking about him, but I don't want him to think that I'm not thinking about him, because clearly he thought about me enough to ask me out and it would be mean not to be thinking about him at all, so I need just the right amount of thinking, and I'm not sure if that means boots and a skirt or skinny jeans and ballet flats. Help!”

“Caw! Caw, Hartley, caw!"Chase narrowed his eyes again."Sam?"I nodded. Then crossed to the window again and called down to Sam. "You can quit squawking. He caught me.”

“Okay, if there's one thing you don't ever say to a woman on the edge it's that she's hormonal.”