Imagery:
Myron swiveled toward a voice like warm honey on Sunday pancakes.
She wore faded jeans that hugged deliciously but without obscenity and a ski sweater that made you think of cuddling inside a snow-covered log cabin.
"The house had the stale smell of a grandparent. When you're a kid, the smell gives you the creeps when you're an adult, you want to bottle it and let it out with a cup of cocoa on a bad day."
One False Move