“There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die.- Ty from Stolen”

“I just need to be able to trust you, Ty,” he whispered. “You can. I swear you can. I’d die for you, Zane.” Zane’s heart was in his throat as he studied Ty’s profile. “I know.”

“What’ll it be?”“I’ll have a beer. Bottled. Not light.”“Careful there, Ty,” Jenna said as she popped the top off and slid the bottle to him. “Don’t want to put on too much weight, or you’ll have trouble holding your stick.”He grabbed the bottle and held it to his lips. “Never had any complaints about my abilities with my stick so far.”Jenna arched a brow. “And you’re here alone? With that charm? Shocking.”

“Bottles of wine aren't like paintings. At some point you have to consume them. The object in life is to die with no bottles of wine in your cellar. To drink your last bottle of wine and go to sleep that night and not wake up.”

“Don't die with a bottle of champagne in your fridge.”

“My heart has been stolen by you.”