“I'm embarrassed to admit that I more or less curled up into a ball and let the misery have me." He grinned, sheepish. "It was much more pathetic than hearing voices. And, of course, you know I do that, too.”

“What are we going to do kitten?”My toes curled at the deep octave of his voice. "I don’t know."“I have a few ideas.”I cracked a grin. “I'm sure you do.”“Wanna hear about them? Although, I'm much better at the show part rather than the tell.”“Somehow, I believe you.”“If you didn’t, I could always give you a teaser.” He paused, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “You bookish people love teasers, don’t you?”

“The more you know, the more you may know too much. Give time to let others speak and have a voice for a change.”

“I believe you have my umbrella" he says, almost out of breath but wearing a grin that has too much wolf in it to be properly sheepish.”

“It's especially hard to admit that you made a mistake to your parents, because, of course, you know so much more than they do.”

“How much do they be paying you?" he asked mellowly."The usual salary. A little more than they think I'm worth and a little less than I think I'm worth.”