“Don't leave a message," his voicemail said. "If you do, I might call you back. We could end up communicating, and that would be awkward.”

“But when the other end of the line picked up, it was his voicemail that answered, not the man himself. "I know how devastated you must be to miss me," his cheery voice said, "but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony as soon as possible.”

“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.”

“He danced the way he made love, with passion and tenderness and spirit, communicating with hands and eyes the most subtle messages, tenderly making up for Lila's awkwardness. In his lashes and his hair, mist clung in tiny diamond drops. She could not take her eyes from him.”

“You are my new hero. Seriously, I might actually be in love with you now. Would it be awkward if we made out?”

“The critic said, but don't you feel awkward about biting the hand that feeds you? I said no, I enjoy just gnawing it up to the shoulder.”