Quotes About Communication

Is that…?" I nodded. I tried to explain, but the words wouldn't come. I handed him the paper. He finished reading it. "That's not…?" he murmured when he finished. "How…?" "Okay, what gives?" Corey said. "Personally, I wouldn't care if the U.S. declared war on Canada. Doesn't seem relevant under the circumstances.

How about we back up?" he said. "What?" "Back up to before we went in the cabin. I was going to tell you what I thought was going on. With you. It starts with that old woman at the tattoo studio. The one who said you were a skin-walker." "I--" "Not yet. This is my chance to look brilliant.

I like Daniel. He takes care of you." I blinked. "Oh my God. Did you really just say that? He takes care of me?" Dad flushed. "I didn't mean it like--" "Takes care of me? Did I go to sleep and wake up in the nineteenth century?

I stayed up there for about ten minutes, straining for any sign of light, even the flicker of headlights on a distant road. Then I climbed back down. "It's dark," I said, after I leaped to the ground. "Um, yeah," Sam said. "It's night. How the hell you expected to see anything--" She stopped as she realized what I was really saying. "Oh.

Where are the others?" "Sleeping a couple hundred meters that way." He pointed. "I figured that was far enough from you." "I thought I told you we should separate." "And you expected me to listen?

What did I miss?" she said. "Dad's trying to marry me off to Daniel." I looked at him. "You know, if you offer him a new truck for a dowry, he might go for it." "Apparently, I said the wrong thing," Dad told Mom. "Again." "Never hard with our daughter.

I flipped him off. "Watch it or I won't marry you," he said. "Truck or no truck." I laughed and jogged over to Rafe. "Did he just say…?" Rafe began. "Yes. And don't ask.

As we walked, he'd been looking around. I asked what he was looking for. "Someplace private," he said. "So we can talk more? That's so sweet." He laughed. "Talking's good, but the bell's going to ring. Not much time for deep conversation." "Not much time for anything else, either." A wicked grin. "There's enough.

I fired. The bullet hit him below the shoulder. He fell, his mouth working, eyes wide with shock. "It might not be fatal," I said. "Depends on how long it takes you to find your cell phone.

I screwed up," I said. "I'm sorry." "You got the truck," Corey said. "Seems like it worked to me." "Yes, please make her stop," Sam called from the truck. "She's been apologizing since we got away and it's really getting on my nerves.

I thought I asked you to stay inside today." "I was careful." She grabbed the lowest branch and swung up. "I wanted to see Maya. I wanted to make sure she was coming over for dinner." "I haven't invited her yet." Annie grabbed our branch. "Whoa, no!" Rafe said as it dipped. "She can't come over if she falls and breaks both her legs.

I wanted to try rescuing her anyway, but she said no." "Too bad dogs can't talk," Sam said. I glanced over at her. "Um, we're all feeling bad about Hayley," Corey said. "Don't interrupt by wishing we could question the dog.

He was one of those guys who can talk to anyone--and talk his way out of trouble, which in Corey's case is a necessary survival skill.

Okay, so you were going to tell me tonight. Well, it's tonight. Go on." He squirmed and I knew the timing didn't matter--he'd expected this to play out differently, probably on a cliff top after a climb, sitting together, his arm around me, as he casually said, "Hey, you know how those mountain lions have been hanging around you a lot lately? Well, there's a reason…" "Skin-walkers," I prompted. "Right." Silence.

Is that an apology?" "It's a Gabriel-apology. Which means that I'm acknowledging having done something that upset you and regretting that outcome, while not completely agreeing that I did something wrong or that I won't do it again.

So, you wanted to get to know me…" he said. I laughed, and the fuzzy feeling evaporated. "Um, no, I don't think I ever said that. " "Close enough. Here's your chance. Ask me anything and I'll reply with relative honesty.

How about we up the stakes? I win, you talk to me." Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. "I'm afraid to ask what you mean by talk …

Sure, you don't know me that well, but you said it yourself--I get a girl and I back off before I can collect the payoff. I don't need to dose girls." He stopped, "That sounded unbelievably arrogant, didn't it?" "Kinda.

What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Liar. Is it Rafe?" When I hesitated, his hands clenched, jaw clenching with them. "That son of a bitch," he muttered. "This is the part where you get to say 'I told you so.

I do like you, Maya. You get that, right?" "Why?" His frown deepened. "Why what?" "Why do you like me?" He laughed. "Do you want a list? Smart, pretty, funny--" "That's not what I--" I shook my head. "Never mind.

She stalked off ahead. Daniel shrugged at me, then went back to collect Corey and Hayley. I caught up to Sam. "Don't," she said. "Just don't, okay?" "I was only going to say that we need to head that way." I pointed. "Right." A soft, choked laugh. "Kind of ruins the dramatic effect if I'm storming off in the wrong direction, doesn't it?

Maya and I are going out for dinner." His dad blinked at me, like he hadn't seen me there. Then he scowled. No awkward joking for me these days.

Forget it. I shouldn't have--" I caught his hand. "Don't. You want to talk about this, right?" He hesitated. Then another humorless smile. "I'm not sure talk is the right word. More like confess.

We have Kenjii. We have my cell phone. Since we aren't officially dating, I'm sure you'll agree that's all the protection we need.