““If we’re going to be . . . working together, at least I should know what to call you. Unless you simply prefer answering to profanity, of course.” There was that sly curl to his lips again when he faced me. His feet were planted apart and his hips tilted slightly forward. Pale hair hugged his head in tight waves. Under the pinholes of light around him, his skin positively glowed. “My name is Bones.””
