“Holy crap,” Mindy whispered.“Jesus Christ,” Brody muttered.“Oh my God,” I breathed.“What the fuck?” Max clipped.”

“You and me are both in my bed, no one's asleep, no one's delirious, I think we should take advantage of that."My eyes got wide as my body reacted strongly to his suggestion and it was a positive reaction."Mindy's downstairs," I whispered and he grinned, his face getting even closer."Not gonna fuck you, honey, just fool around," he whispered back"Max-""Shut up and kiss me, Duchess.""Max!""All right, I'll kiss you.”

“I’m tipsy, not blitzed.”Max twisted back and pulled into the road. “What chance I got you won’t pass out on the way home?”I waved my hand in front of me and declared, “Oh, I’ll be fine.”“Right,” Max muttered.“Can we listen to music?” I requested and Max turned on the music.Five minutes later I was dead to the world.”

“Holy fuck, Jesus, shit, you’re Tatum Jackson”

“Jesus Christ," he muttered to the ceiling. "All those times I sat in the office and laughed my ass off at stories of Lee, Eddie, Hank and Vance. They should have fuckin' medals.”

“Holy fuck,” Sully muttered, his eyes on Mike. “Funeral hook up. Didn’t know you had that in you. Impressed.”

“This isn’t a good idea,” I whispered, watching his lips come toward me. “This is a fucking great idea,” he muttered. Then he kissed me.”