I'm Always At Least Ten Minutes Early.

What?" I Asked Uneasily. "why Are You Looking At Me Like That?" He Shook His Head, The Smile Rueful Now. "because Sometimes, A Person Can Get So Caught Up In The Details That They Miss The Whole. It's Not Just The Dress Or The Hair. It's You. You're Beautiful. So Beautiful, It Hurts Me.

That Was Ridiculous," I Told Dorian, Once She'd Left. "she's Not The Kind Of Person To Fall For Your Flirting." "on The Contrary," Said Dorian. "she's Exactly The Kind Of Person To Fall For It. I Understand These Warrior Maids, You Know. They Live Such Harsh, Cold Lives, Always Trying To Keep Up With The Men... When Really, They Just Need Someone To Make Them Feel Like A Woman. And That, Of Course, Is An Area In Which I Excel. Why, If I'd Had Ten Minutes Alone With Her—

Who... Who Are You?' I Asked At Last. It Was True. I Had Left A Body In The Park, But Seriously, What Was I Supposed To Do? Drag Him Back To My Hotel And Tell My Bellhop My Friend Had Had Too Much To Drink?

I Won’t Lie. Walking Into A Room And Seeing Your Girlfriend Reading A Baby-name Book Can Kind Of Make Your Heart Stop. “i’m No Expert,” I Began, Choosing My Words Carefully. “well—actually, I Am. And I’m Pretty Sure There Are Certain Things We Have To Do Before You Need To Be Reading That.

All Right," I Managed To Say, Just Before I Crumpled To The Floor. "let's See What You've Got.