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He was a dork, but at least he was totally comfortable in social situations, like Dad. Comfortable, or oblivious, which amounted to the same thing.

Would you like some tea?" She wrinkled her nose. "Is there booze in it?" He looked into the pitcher. "Just tea. No imbibing for me tonight. I have two papers due Monday. Homework over spring break. Can you believe that?" "No!" she exclaimed, stepping closer to him. I do my homework clearly was the mating call for their species.

Because at some time in the last five days, I jad freaking fallen in love with John After

I said , have you seen your butt?" "Is that a rhetorical question?" I craned my neck to take a gander at my backside. Chloe clarified, "She means you have 'boy toy' written across the back of your jeans." "Oh." I nodded. "They're Josh's." "You say that as if it explains everything.

Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can.

a swell of gratitude and appreciation for his assistant, as opposed to the murderous rage he felt toward the rest of his staff

Time's a goon right?You gonna let that goon push you around?

if we can work the story around the idea of punishment and redemption, that could be *very* appealing.

Sure," Chris said reflexively, aware that Raffish Outsiders seldom repeated an offer.

It was the hat. He looked sweet in the hat. How could a man in a fuzzy blue hat have used human bones to pave his roads?

we don't have a god of bloody stupid ideas

I am not being overly harsh. Overtly hostile, yes, but exactly the right amount of harsh.

Dogeared pages were Antichrist of book lovers everywhere.

I have a passing fondness for explosions." That was concerning on so many levels.

That's the thing, Mystery Girl. I don't think I'm turning anything into a riddle. I don't think I have to. You are a riddle, a puzzle, a game - my grandfather's last.

I wasn't entirely sure how to reply. Blow me and Screw you both seemed like strong contenders, but the peanut gallery in my head appeared to be favoring castration.

None of us had normal childhoods," Sloane said quietly. "If we had, we wouldn't be Naturals.

Jameson smiled. It was his slow, dangerous, heady smile, designed to elicit a reaction. I didn't give him one.

Right. You're Kali. Of course you're planning a rescue mission. Stupid self-sacrifice is kind of your thing.

Devon: "Why, Bryn, I do believe he's given her your pen." Bryn: "Well, get Freud on the phone. He'll have a field day with this one.

Three questions," I said, ticking them off on my fingers as I spoke. "One: do you have a car? Two: do you have plans tonight? And three: how fast can you drive?

Celine snorted. "Never have I ever had a thing for blondes," she said. And then, her eyes on Sloane, she shot our statistician a dazzling smile and lowered her own finger —meaning that she did have a thing for blondes.

Do you trust me, Heiress?" Jameson had donned a leather jacket. He looked like trouble. The good kind.

I told Vivvie what the person who'd answered had said, verbatim.