“Right. A tiki bar will blend in great with the whole Henry VIII vibe going on at the B&T. Bring me a scorpion bowl, wench.”

“Bring her People magazine and a coconut FrozFruit,” I call after him. “Then you’re golden.”

“Who are these people, and why do they think their own opinions are the only right ones?”

“Feel sorry for anyone who thinks what they think is right should be some universal law”

“You okay? This okay?" I nod, pulling his hips more tightly to my own."Now we'll make it better," Jase vows, and begins to kiss me again as he starts to move in a rhythm. My body follows, unwilling to let him go, already glad to have him come back.”

“It'd be good if you'd stop apologizing right about now." "It's about all I've got to fix things.”

“Right. Because if you have trouble putting ketchup and mustard on a hot dog, you should totally move on to saving lives.”