Sure Thing, Gumdrop. -scott

Fine! I'll Throw On Some Clothes. Turn Around. I'm In My Pj's" "i'm A Guy. That's Like Asking A Kid Not To Glance At The Candy Counter.

If I Asked You To Do Something For Me, I Don't Suppose You'd Listen?" When He Had My Attention, He Continued, "i'm Going To Take You Home. Try To Forget Tonight Happened. Try To Act Normal, Especially Around Hank. Don't Mention My Name." By Way Of An Answer, I Shot Him A Black Look And Swung Out Of The Tahoe. He Followed Suit, Coming Around To My Side. "what Kind Of Answer Is That?" He Asked, But His Voice Wasn't Nearly So Gruff.

Patch's Eyes Were Slate Black, Darker Than A Million Secrets Stacked On Top Of Each Other. He Dropped His Gaze To The Ring In His Hand, Turning It Over Slowly. "swear You'll Never Stop Loving Me," I Whispered. Ever So Slightly, He Nodded.

Thinking. A Process By Which I Use My Brain To Make A Rational Decision.

There´s My Date, I Said. "fashionably Late." Nora (p. 232)