Stud,” D repeated, growly and low. Jack snorted. “You got a better word for a guy who’s swept my chimney five times in one night?

“Maybe I could be a ninja assassin too, Jack thought.”

“This ain't Halloween." he said. "What's that mean?" "Means I ain't sharin' my …”

“Close enough to fuck was close enough to shank him with a dagger hidden in the …”

“Okay." He let his eyes close and it was a relief; not just of relief of minutes…”