The way he said it, with a twinkle in his already too-twinkly blue eyes, made Aimee feel twinkly, too.

Miles jogged off, leaving her alone in the large and quiet room. Aimee stood still, waiting for her mind and heart to go back to normal, return to how she felt a week ago before seeing Miles again.But they didn’t. Or wouldn’t. She put both hands over her pounding heart, exhaled, and sank into a chair. Nut-burgers. Now what?

I thought I was the crazy one," she continued. "I mean, who the hell falls in love in one day?""We the hell do.

It's the 'aloha spirit'." "And you already got leid."..."He means the flowers," Ellie said with a snort.

She kind of accidentally bumped into his chest on the way out. Well, maybe not so accidentally. She saw his muscles through his shirt --- they'd just needed a closer physical inspection.

Living in L.A., you couldn't help picking up tidbits of the surf culture, almost through osmosis... it was in the air, like vitamin D and the odd Brad Pitt sighting.

I asked if you'd rather me keep my shirt on.""No. Why?""Should we throw a tarp over the statue of David while we're at it?

Do what?"she asked, leaning forward, imagining what he had in mind that they might do and would it include her hands on his dragon.