Well, maybe not entirely vanilla.

That’s my girl,” he murmured.”I’m not your girl.””Well,” he said not bothering to hide his smile from her sightless eyes, “the good news is that the honey gave you back your sparkling personality.””And the bad...

First of all, I’ll tell you who I’m not. I’m not your enemy, so you can put the sharp pointy objects away,’ he responded in a light conversational tone, obviously not deterred by my abrasiveness,...