“Dream about me while you're in school.""Would that be with or without your false teeth?"He gave me a slow wink. "They're fangs.""Kind of sad you have to use props to get the girls.""It's absolutely tragic, isn't it?" His smile reached his eyes. "Be sure to put me on your prater list.”

“Any pub will do?”“McPherson’s, I think. One with music that will alter my life forever, give me eternal happiness, and make me see God. You know. One like that.”“So you need the magical sound of Ireland and some information about an Abbeyglen native. Francine”—Beckett’s eyes danced in the streaming sunlight—“I’m about to solve your every problem.” Beckett stood up and gave my hair a light tug. “Prepare to worship and adore me.”

“Can you tell me what happened?"Her lips thinned as she shook her head. "'Tis not a happy tale.""You have me reading a book about a girl who tries to kill an entire town. Anything else at this point would be a pick me up.”

“I see who I am reflected in your eyes. I know what you think about me. But what if I told you, you were wrong?”

“The least you could do is offer a little conversation.” Beckett dodged a pothole, keeping his eyes on the road.“You want me to talk?”“It would be the polite thing to do.”“Okay. Let’s talk.”“Any topic will be fine.”“I’m going to sit here and silently think of one. Might take a while.”

“If I'm going to be your bloomin' tour guide, I'm gong to do it right." He held out his hand."Do you think I'd take you somewhere dangerous?""You bite people for a living.""Don't be a chicken.""If you push me over the edge, my parents will be seriously ticked."He grabbed my hand and pulled me along. "They'll probably send me a thank-you note.”

“Filming wraps up next week, then I’m officially retiring my fangs.”“Girls’ hearts will be shattered.”He tipped up my chin, and his steady gaze locked on mine.“I’m only worried about one girl’s heart.” Oh. My”