Let me get this straight. The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year-old girl, a probably untrue story from a one-eyed Chihuahua trainer, and me unromantically - yet skillfully - kissing you on top of silverware and china?

You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories....

Sex had been amazing, but it wasn't a magical cure for everything. Damn. Somewhere along the way, I'd picked up common sense.

All the while, my mind reeled with what had hap.

I wanted to bring Lissa back, and I wanted to return to Adrian's arms again, return to his lips and all this life...'Hathaway! Good God, do I have to hose you down?

You can't save everyone, though God knows you try.