I wouldn't yell 'fire' at that slimeball if his ass was in flames.

Lori sat way back in her chair and gave him the once-over. "What in the world's gotten into Ben Lawson? jokes? Flirting? Maybe I should sleep with Molly. I think she's got a magic hooha.

I think he could handle being used. It would be good for him. He's having trouble sleeping.

Ben hid a wince behind his hand, trying very hard not to think of seventy-year-old Ellie Verstgard rolling around with Mr. Wenner. Despite his best resistance, the image scrolled across his brain and took some of his love for the world with it.

She was a goddamn unicorn of selfishness.