Ty watched him from the corner of his eye. All Ty had to do was keep that look on Zane's face, the one right there,relaxed and content and slightly amused. Then they'd be just fine.

I mean that all the experiences I’ve ever heard of in life . . . I want to have them with you.

He was handsome and charismatic, exactly the type Ty would be drawn to. Zane could see that much. That, and he carried a gun.

«Life is hard and confusing, Zane. Love doesn’t have to be.»

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?

Crystal-clear revelation struck Zane like a bolt of summer lightning, sizzling through the chill of February air.

Good kitty""Why do you encourage them?""They're good kitties.""They're your minions.""Everyone needs a minion or two""You won't be so pleased when you find me ground up in their food bowl one day.

Quit your bitching and go buy me a Stetson

Who the hell needs this many dogs anyway?” “What’s wrong with being a pet owner?” Cameron asked. “Yeah, you pronounced ‘hoarder’ wrong.