For a moment, he wished he could […] see what [Daniel] looked like. Did he even have a face or was it just his Danielness that allowed the man to recognize him?

I was after finishing my dinner when there was quare knock on the door.

I’ve canoodled on rooftops of shockingly expensive Capitol Hill apartments, Netflix-and-chilled in South Lake Union units with sweeping waterfront views, and languidly sipped merlot while my Amazonian inamorato responds to a high-priority event.

A costly medical condition can bankrupt you if it doesn't kill you first.