Yes, I-- I Think I Love Her.

Hey Sydney," She Said, Giving Me A Small, Crooked Smile As She Entered The Room. Her Flashing, Dark Eyes Were Friendly, But They Were Also Assessing Everything In The Room, Much As Eddie's Gaze Was. It Was A Guardian Thing. Rose Was About My Height And Dressed Very Casually In Jeans And A Red Tank Top. But, As Always, There Was Something As Exotic And Dangerous About Her Beauty That Made Her Stand Out From Everyone Else. She Was Like A Tropical Flower In This Dark, Stuffy Room. One That Could Kill You.

Are We Going To New Orleans?" "no", She Said, Backing Out Of The Spot. "we're Going To West Virginia." "i Assume By 'west Virginia,' You Actually Mean 'hawaii,'" I Said. "or Some Place Equally Exciting.

Impossible Situations Are Our Specialty.

Most Fathers Don't Threaten To Disembowel Their Daughter's Boyfriends." "that's Not True. And Anyway, That's Not What I Actually Said. It Was Much Worse.

I Like You Being The Sinner You Are. -adrian Ivashkov