Can't You . . . I Don't

Where Are The Dogs?" I Asked. "at Training," He Said. "i Have A Friend Who's An Expert Dog Trainer, And He's Giving Them Some Stealth Lessons. He Used To Work For A Local K-9 Unit." I Didn't Think It Was In The Chihuahua Genetic Code To Ever Be Stealthy.

Trey Scoffed. "between You And Me, Brayden's Probably The Last Guy In The World You Have To Worry About. I Think He's As Clueless As You Are. If I Didn't Care About Your Virtue So Much, I'd Actually Probably Give Him A Lecture On 'how' To Try Something." -trey, Pg. 70

It's Late, I'm Tired, And Your Cigarettes Are Giving Me A Headache," I Growled. "i Suppose That's Fair." He Drew In On The Cigarette And Let Out The Smoke. "some Women Think They Make Me Look Sexy." "i Think You Smoke Them So You Have Something To Do While Thinking Up Your Next Witty Line." He Choked On The Smoke, Caught Between Inhaling And Laughing. "rose Hathaway, I Can't Wait To See You Again. If You're This Charming While Tired And Annoyed And This Gorgeous While Bruised And In Ski Clothes, You Must Be Devastating At Your Peak.

Don't Worry, I Won't Bite. At Least Not In The Way You're Afraid Of.

I'm Like A Fine Wine. I Get Better With Age. The Best Is Yet To Come.