“How about this?' Simmon asked me. "Which is worse, stealing a pie or killing Ambrose?"I gave it a moment's hard thought. "A meat pie, or a fruit pie?”

“Was the pie good, luv?" she asked. I'd forgotten the pie until that moment. I took a leaf from Dr. Darby's notebook. "Um," I said.”

“I love how you look at me."[...]"And how's that?" I asked, blushing on cue.His lower lip curled in that mischievous way it did."Like you're having a hard time deciding between my lips and this blueberry pie. And I know nothing comes between you and this pie."I giggled. "Very observant. Wonder which one will win?”

“Excuse me?" I said, palms down on the Formica tabletop. "Coffee? I thought we came here for pie." "I don't eat the kind of pie they serve here." I felt a flash of heat go through my stomach. I knew firsthand the kind of pie Ranger liked.”

“The First Law of Pies: 'No Pastry, No Pie.”

“I can't even say 'hair pie,'' I told him, 'unless I'm talking about an actual pie made out of rabbits....”