Christine Price

It had been a nice night, but not one they__ repeat. Like, ever.Why was he dialing his phone?A few rings later, a familiar voice picked up on the other end. __hitman.__ammit, my subconscious really is out to get me. __att? Brennan. I was wondering if_ make it something good, __you_wanted to_ his gaze flew around the room, settling on his DVD shelf, __watch Star Wars with me?__tar Wars? A hundred DVDs on the shelf and he settled on fucking Star Wars? He was never going to get in Matt__ pants ever again.There was a pause on the other end.Great, I__e scared him off with my closet geekery. Go me.__hich one?__is heart skipped a beat. Or not.__ have all six.___y favorite is Strikes Back. I can be at my place in about twenty. I__l bring food?_ Brennan__ eyes squeezed closed and he grinned, kicking his feet in delight. I am such a girl. __ou know we can__ watch Strikes Back without immediately going to Return, right?___e should pace ourselves. Star Wars is serious business. Usually I don__ watch them without consuming about five pounds of Skittles and three bottles of Coke._____l grab the junk food. We can pull an all -nighter.___t__ a weeknight._ Matt sounded ridiculously disappointed about the fact, which was so happy-dance-worthy that Brennan almost literally jumped out of his chair. __ut maybe we could turn it into a three-part date? Start tonight? End Friday?