I'm so glad you're okay.'So, how do we celebrate my okayness? It's my day off. Let's go crazy. Glow-in-the-dark bowling?'No'I'll let you use the kiddie ball.'Shut up. I do NOT need the kiddie ball.'The way you bowl, I think you might.'He grabbed her in an exaggerated formal dance pose and whirled her around, backpack and all, which didn't make her any more graceful. 'Ballroom dancing?'Are you INSANE?'Hey, girls who tango are hot.'You think I'm not hot because I don't tango?'He dropped the act. Shane was a smart boy. 'I think you are too hot for ballroom or bowling. So you tell me. What do you want to do? And don't say study.

No bacon for you.'Then no eggs for you. Either of you.'Eve glowered at him. 'Prisoner exchange?'They glared at each other, then swapped pans and started scooping.

You couldn't be romantic if your life depended on it.' 'You know what's lucky? Most bad guys don't ask you to be romantic on command, so that probably won't matter.

See?' she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. 'She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede!'Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!

Claire, I-Look, my life is one long series of screw-ups and bad decisions, and I know that. I own that. But you...I just want you to be happy. And it cuts me when you're not.'I'm happy with you.'She heard the smile in his voice this time. 'So what do you really want? A storybook life in Vampireville, with your life on the line every day and a half?'I'm considering it,' she said. And she was.

Well, friend, I don’t know about your tastes, but I tend to like it very bloody,” Myrnin said. He shifted position, dragging Claire along like a rag doll without any effort at all. “Have we been introduced?”“Probably not. Why, are you asking me out, sweetheart?”“You’re not my type, darling. Is this one yours?”“No,” Frank said, and looked at Shane, just in a quick flicker. “Let’s say she’s a friend of the family.

As he was bringing his hands up her sides, his fingers just barely brushed the outer curve of her breasts, and she gasped into his mouth.Shane immediately sat her upright, and moved to the other end of the couch. His face was flushed; his eyes were bright and no longer looked even a little bit tired. “No,’” he said, and held out his hand like a traffic cop when she tried to scoot closer. “Red flag. If you make that sound again, we are in trouble. Or I am, anyway.

She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he's not... You know, better.'Define BETTER with that guy.'Not all fangs and raaaaar.

I think so,” she [Claire] said. “Just watch your back, okay?” “Nah, Michael’s got mine.” He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes.“I’ve got yours.

Now we're in the middle of a three-sided vampire war. Which would be an awesome video game, but I'm really not interested in playing for real. I like my reset buttons.