He trailed off as he saw the books. Piles and stacks of them beside the sofa, another stack on the coffee table, a sea of them on her dining table.
Jesus Christ, Dane, you need treatment.

“Sometimes, she thought, you had to go with your instincts, with your cravings. …”

“I want you." She felt the words wrench from her. As they slipped from her mouth…”

“What the hell are you doing here?""A typical Grant Campbell welcome.”

“She'd gone and let her hair loose, he thought. Why did she have to do that? It …”