“I only date college guys.”“You don’t know any college guys,” Kami pointed out.Angela’s gaze went to Kami, and she smiled. “Which leaves me with more time for napping.”

“Oh, Rusty, why did you let her in?" Angela said. "We could have just lain down on the floor until she went away. We could've had a nice floor nap.""Have you guys eaten?" Kami asked. "I'm starving.""Cooking is so much trouble," Rusty said mournfully."You could order in," Kami suggested."Delivery people are so annoying," Angela responded.”

“I went to college. Got a master’s degree. Went to Quantico for training. Been chasing down bad guys.”She gave her grandmother a wry look. “You know, the usual girly stuff.”

“Don't feel bad, Angela," Kami said. "You know guys, they only want one thing. Repartee. I can't count how many times men have admired my well-turned phrases.”

“I went to college. West Point is technically a college.”

“Hiring a guy with more confirmed kills than college credits was a tough sell.”