“I thought you were in L.A." "And now I'm back," Mr. Hargrove said. "Only for the night, I'm afraid." "A warning would've been nice." Mr. Hargrove folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the back of the couch, a rueful smile twisting his lips. "A warning?" he repeated, then flashed a look at Rose that said, Can you believe this kid? "Like I'm a hurricane?" Hart shrugged and held Rose's hand closer to him. "The wreckage is about the same.”
Book:Of Earthly Delights