"Then you should definitely read something of mine," he told her. If she did, she'd see right away how his writing could turn even him on.

He probably shouldn't have done it but when Sarah laid down, Hank pushed up from his seat and joined her on the bed with a bounce, crossing his legs beneath him Buddha style.

"Um." He huffed out a laugh. "All kinds of shit." For a lack of anything better to do with his hands, he fished out another cigarette and twisted it between his fingers, leaving it unlit. "How about you?"