What took you so long? Nash asked, as he slid into the passenger seat and pulled the door closed. I stopped to donate all your underwear to the homeless. You're gonna wanna take care of those tighty whities—they're all you've got left. He leaned against the door, either too tired or too drunk to sit up. And to think, most people don't understand your sense of humor. Fools, all of them.

Reaper (ed. Harlequin, 2010) - ISBN: 9781426875755