Why Not The Bahamas? Or The Corn

Sitting Beside Abe Was Adrian Ivashkov--my More-or-less Boyfriend. Adrian Was A Royal Moroi--and Another Spirit User Like Lissa. He'd Been Crazy About Me (and Often Just Crazy) Ever Since We First Met

Lucky Charms?” I Asked. “magically Delicious,” He Explained. “requisite For Any Sort Of Building Project.” I Shook My Head, Still Amazed At How He Had Managed To Weasel His Way Over Here. “this Isn’t A Date.” He Cut Me A Scandalized Look. "obviously. I’d Bring Count Chocula For That.

I Don't Suppose You Offered To Help?" "sage," Adrian Declared. "these Hands Don't Do Manual Labor." He Knocked Another Ball Into A Hole. "you Want To Play?" "what? With You?" "no, With Clarence." He Sighed At My Dumbfounded Look. "yes, Of Course With Me.

Life, Unfortunately, Doesn't Seem To Care What We Want.

This Is A, Uh, Friendship Ring Right?” “yeah, Don’t Worry. If I Propose, You’ll Know It. For One Thing, I’ll Be Hyperventilating.” A Sly Smile—surprisingly Sexy—turned Up His Lips. “and It’ll Be A Ruby.” “rubies? No Diamonds? Too Expensive For The Old Writer’s Salary, Huh?” He Made A Disparaging Grunt At That. “no, I Just Think Diamonds Are Common, That’s All. If I Get Married, It’ll Be Because Something Uncommon Is Occurring. Besides, You Wear A Lot Of Red, Right? I Know How Important It Is For Your Accessories To Match.