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

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?

Was Deirdre right about me purposely wanting relationships that were impossible?

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?

A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.

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