The smarter you are, the more reasons you have to be miserable.

“Sweet,” he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. “Sweet… let me stay with …”

“As Hardy Cates stood there looking at me, really seeing me for the first time, …”

“Ghost?” St. Vincent shot him an incredulous glance. “Christ. You’re not serious…”

“Because you need me," he said, drawing in his breath as she squirmed against hi…”