Quotes from Richie Tankersley Cusick

How am I ever going to know all the stuff I need to know? I mean, I need to learn everything. " "Tonight?" Etienne kept a perfectly straight face. "I'm not sure I'm up to it.

We gotta stop meeting like this," he said, poker-faced. "The neighbors, they're starting to talk.

Hey, don't worry so much. We never have tornadoes around here." "Well, we could have tornadoes around here." "Ash, when was the last time you heard of a tornado touching down in St. Yvette?" "What if our house blew away? That would be a really horrible thing!" "What if your boyfriend blew away" Roo asked mildly. "That would be a really good thing.

Look, if we go in the front, they'll both want to fuss over you, and we won't have any privacy, and I can't mention ghosts and weird things in front of them." "You know, cher , I've had a lotta girls talk me into their bedrooms, but this is the first time I've heard that excuse.

Fifteen minutes," she said, climbing out. "At least. I gotta park my truck somewhere else. And walk all the way back. And sneak all the way in. Secret rendezvous, you know…they take time.

He stopped several feet away, assessing them with one smooth glance, and in that instant Miranda could have sworn she saw something flicker in his dark, dark eyes. Curiosity? Confusion? Whatever it might have been, in the very next second it was gone, replaced by polite detachment.

God, Parker." Miranda's voice broke. "Are we glad to see you." "Likewise. And you don't have to call me God. Saint Parker's good enough.

Miranda hurried up to her room, shocked to find Etienne already waiting for her. "Hey," he greeted her. "What took you so long?" "You're impossible.

Then she clutched the paper to her heart and started laughing.

For she knew the rights and the wrongs… The truths and the lies… The betrayed and the betrayer.

Ashley and Parker and Etienne, all of them hurrying in Roo's direction, though it was Parker who reached her first. "So what'd you do?" he teased gently. "Take bets I wouldn't make it back?

It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Boucher," she answered shyly. "Nell," the woman corrected, a dimple showing at each corner of her mouth. She cokced an eyebrow at Etienne. "Okay, I guess you win the bet. She's just as cute as you said she was.

He jumped from the bed, but paused when he got to the sunporch. As Miranda saw him turn to look back at her, her whole body felt warm. "What is it?" she asked him, embarrassed now. But Etienne didn't look embarrassed at all. "It's good, cher. " He winked. "And next time, it'll be even better.

It wouldn't be so scary with us around." Roo said philosophically. Tipping his cup, Parker shook more ice into his mouth and slanted Roo a look. "Not true. It's always scary with you around.

Maybe some of these new changes in her life weren't going to be so bad after all.

Okay, y'all," Ashley announced. "This is our dress rehearsal. Our last chance to get everything perfect before the big night tomorrow. Any questions? Ideas? Opinions?" "Yeah, I have an idea." Slumped on the front steps of the Battlefield Inn, Parker choked down a mouthful of cough syrup and tried not to speak above a whisper. "Let's call it off. That would really make it perfect. No more ghost tour.

Xander duckte sich instinktiv, als er das schneidende Geräusch hörte. Seine Augen folgten der Flugbahn des abgehackten Kopfes, der durch den Raum segelte. Kopf hoch, murmelte Xander.

You like suffering," Parker reminded her. "And, excuse me, but you're not the one with pneumonia." "You don't have pneumonia. You're just jealous because Gage was in worse shape than you, and he got more attention." "Well, it's almost pneumonia. It's turning into pneumonia.

And I'm the only one who gets to dress up! And I can't wait to wear it! It's like cotton candy!" Roo arched an eyebrow. "Sticky?" "No! All pink and fluffy and…sweet. I love the way I feel in it." "I agree," Parker said hoarsely. "I love the way you feel in it, too. And I love the way you feel out of it even better." Roo stared at him. "Wow. You should write greeting cards.

Well, as long as we're all here," Miranda began, while Parker let out a prolonged groan. "Uh-oh. I sense drama." "Impossible," Roo said offhandedly. "You have no sense.

Frank," Belinda sounded more drained than angry. "When are you going to stop making excuses for him?" "He had a bad day at practice yesterday," Hildy went on as if she hadn't heard. "He's always weird when he's been bad at practice.

The building used to be a club. Like a private gentlemen's club. Except upstairs, that's where they'd meet their mistresses." Parker smacked a hand to his forehead. "Hookers! Damn! And I took the courthouse!" " Not prostitutes." Another offended look from Ashley. " Mistresses. It's not just about sex, you know. There's a very big difference." "Is that the sad part?" Parker asked.

And the drugstore next door to the museum? People who work there say they've heard moaning at night in one of those storage rooms on the second floor." The boys traded glances. "And this moaning," Parker said, straight-faced, "did it come before or after the guy was stabbed?

Did y'all know that furniture makers ran some of the first funeral homes? Because they were the ones who built the coffins?" "Fascinating." Parker was all dignified solemnity. "And such a grave undertaking." He ducked as Ashley's popcorn sailed at his head.