I'm going to need to save you.""Excuse me? No one needs-""I'm saving you, so shut up and be grateful.

I might be half Derek's size, but I was the one who sounded like a two-hundred-pound beast plowing through the woods.

My foggy brain slid away and— And I was still dressed in only my bra and panties. Well, at least it’s a nice set of bra and panties. Yep, these were the thoughts going through my brain as I looked at a photo of a decapitated head on my bed.

If you’d rather I didn’t stay—” I began. “I invited you.” “After sustaining a head injury. Which means you aren’t responsible for anything you said last night . . . except for the part where you forgave me for wrecking your car.” “You were run off the road.” “I still feel bad. It was a nice car.” I paused. “I’m also sorry about almost getting you killed.” “She says, as an afterthought.” “It was a really nice car.

Sex, a switchblade, and motorcycle lessons. You really are making sure my night ends on a high note.

Just stay still, if you stay still it can't find you. That's sharks, you idiot. Sharks and dinosaurs. This isn't Jurassic Park.

Don’t give me that look,” I told the cat. “You’ve caught one mouse since you’ve been here. And what do you get in return? Food, shelter, and a human servant to clean up your shit. You didn’t even warn me when someone was at the door.” “Because his sixth sense tells him I can be trusted.” “Then his sixth sense is broken.

I’ll keep it in my bedside drawer, in case I’m woken in the middle of the night and mistake the cat for an intruder. An honest accident.” “You’re not shooting the cat. It would leave a mess.

I'd seriously contemplated a real collar - a sparkly green one - if only because I was sure it would offend his dignity.