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Unraveled (Intertwined #2) First Surrender (The Serafina: Sin City #1)

I’m good. Coulda used a few more minutes with the fanged healer, but it’s after sunrise. He looked out the window at the drenching rain before he started up the stairs. I followed, taking in his back. In the human world he would have needed stitches. Maybe a lot of stitches. In the ranger world and the world of vamps, not so much. What? he said to me, as if he could tell I was staring at his wounds.

She took another sip of her wine and looked around at his kitchen. He had four bowls lined up next to him, two with mushrooms in them, one with bacon, one with cheese. And then there were the two pots on the stove. But most amazingly, other than a cutting board with a knife sitting on top of it, there were no dirty dishes anywhere. The rest of the kitchen looked spotless.It seems like a lot of work for a Wednesday night, she said.

The Pure in Heart (Simon Serrailler #2)

It is—that’s why I love it. When I’ve had a really long or difficult day, it relaxes me to cook. It gives me a break in the day to concentrate on something else. And risotto is especially great, because after you do a whole bunch of chopping, then you just have to stand there, preferably with a glass of wine, and slowly stir the rice until it’s just right. Every so often, you add some liquid, and you stir some more. You can’t rush it; you can’t turn up the heat or add the liquid all at once to make it go faster. It’s ready when it’s ready. And so you just stand there and keep stirring, and everything settles down by the time the food is ready.She’d never heard anyone be so eloquent about risotto before.Wow. I feel more relaxed just hearing you talk about making it.

Fire Within (Guardian Witch #2)

He looked up and met her eyes, and she could feel his smile all the way down to her toes.What a nice compliment from the person who wrote that heartbreaking story about foster children in the Times Sunday magazine.

Now it was her turn to blush and look away. She didn’t expect him to have read that story. She couldn’t remember the last guy she’d dated who had read any of her work. Well, Justin had, but only ever to tell her how bad it was.

Oh, you read that? I didn’t . . . She looked up at him and smiled back. Thank you. I was proud of that story.She stood there, silently, staring somewhere around the base of his neck but not meeting his eyes. He closed the distance between them and held on to her shoulders. She finally looked up at him but still didn’t say anything.

Promise me. Promise you won’t leave. If this . . . if this has meant anything to you at all, promise me you won’t leave while I’m at the hospital.She closed her eyes and dropped her head, but he didn’t let go of her. Finally, she whispered, Okay. I promise.

Twilight Eyes

He pulled her into his arms. She leaned her head against his shoulder for a quick second before she stepped backward.Go. You’re going to be late.

She was right. He looked back over his shoulder at her on his way out the door, but she had already turned to look out the window.Alexa dropped into a chair and put her head in her hands as soon as he walked out the door. What a fucking nightmare the past few hours had been. She’d planned the whole way home in the car to pack and take a cab to the airport as soon as he left for the hospital, but now she couldn’t even do that.

She was usually the last person who would leave in the middle of a fight. She liked to finish any discussion, she liked closure, and she always wanted to know exactly where she stood.But this time she couldn’t wait to get out of there. She already knew where she stood; she didn’t need him to say it out loud. She didn’t want to finish this fight, didn’t want him to tell her what she knew was coming, didn’t want to have to deal with the pain of listening to the gentle breakup speech he’d perfected on the dozen women who came before her.

What would be even worse was if he didn’t give her the breakup speech today. If instead he found some way to convince her to stay with him. That would just postpone the inevitable and make it hurt all the more when he finally decided to move on. And make her feel even more stupid when he did.That’s why she had to get out of there. Fly back to Berkeley so she could hide inside of her apartment and eat ice cream and cry for an entire day before she had to face anyone.

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