“I'm getting the knack of this," she said. "I take the food out, and you fix it."He grinned. "That's your idea of learning to cook?”

“But instead of going to the message machine, Enoch picked up.“What the hell?” Danny couldn't believe it. There was a moment of silence, then Enoch said, "Danny?""When do you sleep?""When you don't call.”

“Why didn’t they just toss the kid in her crib?”“You haven’t been around many kids, have you?”“Not safe. They smell too good, like tasty snacks.”

“Insurance for what?”“Life insurance?”“Which life?”“Medical coverage?”“I heal myself.”“Never mind.”

“You were wearing your hair up like that the day we left for Harbor Springs," he said, his deep voice pitched seductively low. "I like it.""In that case," Lauren said lightly, "I'll start wearing it down."He grinned. "So that's the way we're going to play it,is it?""Play what?""This little game we started yesterday.""I am not playing your game," she said with quiet firmness. "I do not want the prize.”

“Missing you?" she giggled incredulously. "I could cheerfully murder you.""I'd come back to haunt you," he threatened with a grin."And that," she said, "is the only reason why I haven't tried.”

“He in­ter­rupted her with a boy­ish grin. "I promise I'll never wear your clothes, and I won't steal your al­lowances or your boyfriends ei­ther." Lau­ren couldn't help start­ing to smile as he fin­ished, "And if you swear never to call me Nicky again, I won't bite you."She stepped aside and let him in, then took his jacket and hung it in the closet. When she turned, Nick was lean­ing against the closed front door, his arms crossed over his chest. "On sec­ond thought," he grinned, "I take part of that back. I'd love to bite you.”