“Do you think you're taking Etta out of here?""Yes," Kennit called over his shoulder up the sairs."What about all these dead men?" she shrieked after him as they strode out of her house."Those you may keep," Kennit replied.”

“Yes, but you did it all wrong. Here's the correct way: you make it look like an accident, and then, when I'm dead, you call Edwin up, in his grief, and you're there for him, you offer a consoling shoulder to cry on, you get back into his life, and you make him depend on you. You don't murder her and let the boy you like know you did it. Seriously, this is like Psychopath 101, Gretchen. You are so outclassed.”

“So," he called to her back, "Just out of curiosity, you know, purely conversation and all, at what age will you be entertaining offers of marriage?""You think it'll be so easy?" she called back over her shoulder. "No way. There will be tasks. Like in a fairy tale.""Sounds dangerous.""Very, so think twice.""No need," he said. "You're worth it.”

“The call was already under way when Lauren walked into his office. Nick gestured toward his chair and got up so taht she could sit at his desk and take notes.Two minutes after Lauren sat down, he leaned over her from behind, braced his hands on the desk on either side of her and brushed his lips across her hair.Lauren's self-control snapped. "Damn you, stop it!" she burst out."What?" "What?" "What?" three masculine voices chorused.Nick leaned toward the speaker and drawled, "My secretary thinks you're talking too fast,and she'd like you to stop it so she can catch up.""Well,all she had to do was ask," one offended male replied."I hope you're satisfied!" Lauren whispered furiously."I'm not," Nick chuckled in her ear. "But I'm going to be.”

“After a moment, she said, "Yes. I think she will be good for you.""You do?" He couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice."Si." She smiled grimly. "She will break your heart and leave you shattered and alone." She paused to think that over, then nodded approvingly to herself. "It will make you a man.”

“What would my little grasshopper like?”…She glared over her shoulder at him. “I’m not going to call you Mr Miyagi you know.”“Yes you will, but that’s not important at the moment.”