“That’s the problem! She doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me like she’s hypnotized, like she thinks I’m a god, but then she runs off squeaking if I try to talk to her.”“I don’t squeak,” I protested. “Maybe she’s not looking at you like you’re a god. Maybe she thinks you’re more of a freak,” Fergus mused.“I’m not a freak.” Murphy jerked his head as if dodging a fly or tossing his hair. “It’s definitely a ‘you’re a god’ look. She practically drools.”

“Elvis is the soul of discretion.”

“I am not going to ask that old man if his family home is haunted!”

“Turns out there’s a reason smoking is not allowed on construction sites.”

“This house has enough nooks and crannies for English muffins.”

“You tell me the dead are coming through a crack in my barn, but I shouldn’t worry?”

“I’ve worked with freshmen that were easier than this.”

“Elvis is in the kitchen and he’s making eggs Benedict!”

“Banks frown when employees torch the home of their principal account holder.”

“He thinks you were trapped in a tree in the 1920s. How is that not crazy?”

“Maybe you’re worried that I won’t seduce you?”