Would you like to sit?” Kellen asked her.”You’d better do it soon,” Owen whispered close to her ear, “or I’m going to bend you over that table and break the club’s no-penetration-in-the-lounge rule.

Oh, hey, kettle, I’m pot and wow, you’re black.” – Owen

Besides,” she says, eyes twinkling mischievously, “it’d never work out between us. I’m still holding a candle for Professor Haven.””How could I compete with a middle-aged English professor?””Well,” she says, “you could do, but it’d...

So,” she says, “What’s got you so busy?””What?” he says, “Oh, um, I was trying to perfect my telepathy.” Grace gasps and bulges her eyes out very wide. “Are…you okay?” he asks, finally, after she...