The driver got out smiling. he looked about seventeen or eighteen, and for a second, i had the uneasy feeling it was luke, my old enemy. this guy had the same sandy hair and outdoorsy good looks. but it wasn't luke. his smile was brighter and more playful. (luke didn't do much more than scowl and sneer these days.) the maserati driver wore jeans and loafers and a sleeveless t-shirt. "wow" thalia muttered. apollo is hot." "he's the sun god," i said. "that's not what i meant.
I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax." i whirled around to find the real patch standing in the fitting room behind me. He was wearing jeans and a snug white tee. His arms were folded loosely over his chest, and his black eyes smiled down at me. Heat that wasn't entirely uncomfortable flushed through my body. "i could make all kinds of pervert jokes right now," i quipped.
Sydney, i'm so happy to see you again. if there's anything i can do for you, please let me know. and you must be neil." "your majesty." neil swept her a bow so low that his forehead touched the ground. above him, adrian rolled his eyes. "easy there, lancelot," adrian said. "i don't think bowing is required when she's in jeans and bunny slippers.