Chapter 149

Me, impossible? Joel wanted to respond with something along the lines of, 'No, I'm most definitely doable.' Given her confused and annoyed expression, very annoyed, he decided against it.

"This is not working," he sighed to Kendrick as Ruth stomped off yet again, her damned humanity in no way affected by the fever consuming him alive.

"You mean your corny bar pick-up lines aren't."

"Corny? I'll have you know, my lines work great, usually."

"On drunk girls." Kendrick snickered.

And therein lay the problem. Unused to relationships because he'd spurned long-term human ones, and unmated shape-shifters tended to more transient affairs, he didn't know how to woo Ruth.

"I'm going to die of blue balls," he moaned.

"You just need to change your method of operation."

"But cheesy come-on lines are my thing. If I can't use that, what can I do?"

"Do what your instinct says."