This is very midsummer madness,’” he says huskily.

If you’re vanilla, Kate, you’re the Dairy Joy kind.

I’ll trade you a kiss for a bite of this muffin.”“Yes, please.”I hold it up high. “Kiss first.”“I gotta have half of that thing before I fall over,” she whines. “My blood sugar’s dropping.”As slowly as possible, I peel the wrapper off. “If it’s a medical emergency.”“It definitely is.” She takes a huge bite and moans as she chews and swallows. “I might need something else to make me feel completely well.”“I’m not a doctor, but I’ve played one on stage. Maybe I can help.

I feel like I’m dating a vampire,” I confess to Alice over our post-run breakfast Saturday morning. “It’s been weeks since I saw Will in the daylight.” “That’s so romantic,” Alice sighs.