Gareth's eyes slipped open. “You make me nervous when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Brood. Your brooding is rather loud.”
“Oh please. I was hardly—”
His eyebrow rose.
“Fine. I was brooding. It's not like you don't.”
“Mine is inherent to my romantic nature. Cloaks and castles.”
Adele threw up her hands. “That's it. You are forbidden to look at any more cheap books about yourself.

Author: Clay Griffith