She was thinking she needed to post a letter in the Lonely Hearts column in the Silver Town Gazette: She-wolf seeking male wolf who believes in ghosts. No others need apply.

Brett will need some clothes if someone can drop some by.” “All we need is a bear rug,” Meghan said.

Zorro pulled her into his arms and crushed her against his body, kissing her soundly on the mouth. “My, what a big sword you have, sir,” she said, sweeping her hand over his sheathed sword. “I’m fully armed,” he said, “with that and more.

Unless the she-wolf agrees, there’s always a chance of rejection.

You are such a wolf.” “When it comes to you? Absolutely.

It’s not the dead people you got to worry about… It’s the living that are scary.

Do you believe in ghosts?

As soon as she was ready for work, she called out to Eric's closed door. "Anything in particular you want for breakfast?" "Yeah," he said, heading for the door. "But I don't think it's on the menu.

They toasted each other, then after she sipped hers, she ate some of the bisque - creamy, a little buttery, with lots of big chunks of lobster and a hint of garlic. It was so good that she asked him for the recipe. He gave it to her and added," But I'll fix it for you anytime.