“Who brings baby pictures on an international flight?" I hissed. "If I'd wanted my bare ass paraded in front of all the first-class ticket holders I'd have mooned everyone before we took off!”

“So... you're an assassin?" Dave asked incredulously."Why do I feel like you'd have used the same tone if I'd just confessed to being a stripper?" I demanded."Sorry," he said quickly. "I'm just surprised, is all.”

“Now, here's what we do. You and I will find a back way out of this place. If we come across someone else, we make like a couple of lovesick teenagers. People generally hurry past heavy breathers. I get you to the parking lot, you vanish. Got it?"He nodded. "There's just one thing I've got to do before we go," he said. Before I could inquire, he grabbed me and planted a kiss square on my mouth. It was short but fiery, despite the grape flavoring, and when he let me go I wan panting.Holy crap!"He smiled, not at all apologetically, and said, "I've wanted to do that ever since I saw my first Bond movie.”

“I am driving an unfamiliar vehicle down a narrow road I've never seen before. Do you really want to be pissing me off right now?”

“Still enmeshed from the knees down, Vayl flopped off the cabinet before we realized he needed a hand down, falling fast and hard like a penguin who hasn't bought the whole flightless scenario.”

“That's what I'd call him if he was my dog. Jacket-humper. Kinda had a ring to it. Although it seemed a little long for vet visits and intros to lady dogs.”

“Unbelievable. After what justhappened between us no, I don’t have any right. None at all. We’re barely acouple. We’re not even sleeping together. I have to-"What in God’s name are you babbling about?" "You’re cheating on me!" "I never cheat.”