They sat in silence for a moment. Then Jenna said," The son of a god, huh? That explains a lot."	He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"	Jenna smirked at him, a mischievous look in her sparkling blue eyes. "You know, the whole super strong, ridiculously gorgeous thing. But obviously you've been told that a lot over the years. I don't expect it means much anymore."	A voice far in the back of head said something faint about bad ideas, but he hit it with a large mental stick until it sputtered and shut up.	"It depends on who says it," he answered, and bent his head down and kissed her.
Deborah Blake, Dangerously Charming
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