Adrian, You're A Genius.

He Watched As I Slipped One Of The Shoes On. "you Have A Guardian Angel." "i Don't Believe In Angels," I Told Him. "i Believe In What I Can Do For Myself." Well Then, You Have An Amazing Body." I Glanced Up At Him With A Questioning Look. "for Healing, I Mean. I Heard About The Accident.

You And I Have Been Through Too Much Together. We're Too Close, Too Connected. I Wasn't That Crazy On Spirit When I Said You're My Flame In The Dark. We Chase Away The Shadows Around Each Other. Our Backgrounds Don't Matter. What We Have Is Bigger Than That. I Love You, And Beneath All That Logic, Calculation, And Superstition, I Know You Love Me Too.

More Than His Exterior Hit Me. I Felt Warm And Safe Just Being With Him. He Brought Comfort After My Terrible Day. So Often With Other People I Felt A Need To Be Center Of Attention, To Be Funny And Always Have Something Clever To Say. It Was A Habit I Needed To Shake. But With Him I Never Felt Like I Had To Be Anything More Than What I Already Was. I Didn’t Have To Entertain Him Or Think Up Jokes Or Even Flirt. It Was Enough To Just Be Together, To Be So Completely Comfortable In Each Other’s Presence—we Lost All Sense Of Self-consciousness.

How?" I Demanded. "how Could You Have Screwed This One Up?" "when I Got In, They Said The Manager Was On The Phone And Would Be A Few Minutes. So, I Sat Down And Ordered A Drink." This Time, I Did Lean My Forehead Against The Steering Wheel. "what Did You Order?" "a Martini." "a Martini." I Lifted My Head. "you Ordered A Martini Before A Job Interview." "it's A Bar, Sage. I Figured They'd Be Cool With It.

I Set Off, Off To Kill The Man I Love.