“I changed my mind," he said. "I'll take you up on helping me get a job."I almost swerved into oncoming traffic.”

“Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a long time... and it's all good.”

“He almosted smiled. "There you go again. Why? Why do yo keep helping me?"There were a million answers on my lips, everything from It's the right thing to do to I don't know. Instead, I said, "Because I want to.”

“I have to get back there." I said to Adrian. "Into that door."He arched an eyebrow. "What, like sneaking in? How very black ops of you. And oh, you know— dangerous and foolish.""I know." I said, surprised at how calm I sounded as I admitted that. "But I have to know something, and this may be my only chance.""Then I'll go with you in case that guy comes back," he said with a sigh. "Never let it be said Adrian Ivashkov doesn't help damsels in distress.”

“It's okay," said Adrian breezily. He rested his arm casually on the table. "I don't really need a job or extra money. After Rose and I get married, the kids and I'll just live off of her guardian paycheck.”

“Sure," said Adrian. "I bet going in there and kicking down the door will change their minds. Take Rose with you, and you guys'll make a really good impression.”

“Ian’s the black sheep.”“I thought I was the black sheep,” said Seth, sounding almost hurt.“No. You’re the unfocused artistic one. I’m the responsible one. Ian’s the wild, hedonistic one.”“What’s hedonistic?” asked Kendall.Her father considered. “It means you run up a lot of credit card bills you can’t pay, change jobs a lot, and have a lot of…lady friends.”