They sailed through the intersection...and only barely missed getting creamed by the cross-traffic.
Nate was smiling. "Did you see that?"
"Yes, Nathaniel." Kenzie had a white-knuckle grip on the door. "You have a bright future ahead of you as a wheelman for the mob. We're all so proud. Now focus on the road, please.

I'll have to warn you, my cousins are Satan's spawn.

You get to help people in ways that I can't even imagine. Hell, *you get to help people.*

Maybe we can't have everything we want in this relationship, Susanna." He bent his lips to her ears and whispered, "But we have this ball and tonight, you are my queen.

I may hold ye at arm's length....But I want ye t' be mine an' mine alone. - Nate to Bertie, as they danced.

Something hit the floor with a crack. Nate turned and looked down to see his cell phone on the floor. He patted his back pockets, as if to be sure it was his, then swore and reached down. The phone slid across the floor.
“What the hell?” he muttered.
It slid faster now, scraping and bumping along.
“Carter!” Nate growled. “This is not the time for pranks.”
As he took off after the phone, I looked out the bathroom door to see it rise a foot off the ground, then fall with a crack.
Nate swore and picked up speed, loping down the hall, muttering. “If you break it, Carter, I swear you’re buying me a new one.”