But something-luck, fate, conspiracy, whatever you want to call it-has thrown us together. He leaned forward, his gaze never leaving her face. Of all the crazy places in the world, here we are, at the same table, in the same dirty Vietnamese cafe. And... He paused, his brown eyes warm, his crooked smile a fleeting glimmer in his seriousness. I'm beginning to think it's time we gave in and followed this crazy script. Time we followed our instincts.
~ Tess Gerritsen
