When you can't tell the truth, tell *a* truth.

Parker and Hardison look like they're having a good time."

"I see," Nate said. "Should we be worried?

She's one you *really* care about, isn't she?"

Eliot shook his head. "How can you read other people so well, and completely misread me?"

Frowning, Sophie asked, "What do you mean?"

Looking right into her eyes, Eliot said, "I care about *all* of them.

The last few years had taught her that, bizarrely, there might be more to life than money, heists, and adrenaline. A crazy idea, no kidding, and she wasn't entirely convinced yet, but maybe, just maybe, she could be something more than a thief?

Maybe you've got the patience to work out some complicated, long-term, ironic way to get back at the people who've wronged you, but that's you.

Feel the power of the Dark Side," he murmured.

"Always," Parker said.