He was wearing a white shirt with a picture of a scarecrow on it accompanied by the words "out standing in his field." Not one of the watching agents gave it a second glance. It was, they all knew, his favorite shirt.

I'm pretty sure I just got groped while buying toothpaste," Ty told him with a frown as he struggled with the tiny buttons of his shirt. "By a tiny little old lady with dead butterflies on her hat.

You totally just outed us to the criminals.-Ty to Zane

The word that comes to mind is 'beefcake', Zane drawled, looking Ty over, appreciating the view"Mission accomplished then!" Ty said happily as he turned around to face Zane again. He frowned suddenly. "Is beefcake one word or two?"Zane laughed. "Who cares when you've got a great ass?

How the fuck was he supposed to function in the fucking real world if he couldn’t even break into his own god damn house?

You trying to sweep me off my feet?" Kelly asked, a little breathless.Nick grinned. "No. But I am going to take you up on that sloppy blowjob you offered."Kelly cackled as Nick dragged him inside. "Who says romance is dead?

What are books good for?”“Hitting intruders?” Nick mumbled. He rubbed his eyes again. “Doorstops. Insomnia. Special interrogation techniques. Silencing bedmates in the middle of the night.

Oh Jesus, Digger on a horse,” Kelly said. “He kept threatening to make his horse into stew.”“He named his horse Stu,” Nick added.

Chester pointed his fork at Nick’s face. “When I was your age, sonny, they used to say redheads was relations of Satan.”Kelly choked on his breakfast, but Nick just gave Chester an enigmatic smile.“What do they say about you now?” Chester asked him.Nick gave an easy shrug. “They say we have no soul.