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The Innocent Fated (Doomsday Brethren #1.5)

I’d rather shower. I flashed the fake smile and burned her tree to the ground. After all, a girl’s got to look her best to nail a job, right?

Bud backed away, nodding. Keep him straight.When he disappeared back into the front office, Mario whirled around. What the hell is up with you lately?

Royally Matched (Royally #2)

Nothing. I yanked on the latch again and lifted the hood, this time making certain the stand was secure before letting go.Mario tugged on the main belt. This one’s shot. I’ll go hunt down a replacement.While I waited, I stared into the engine and wondered why Rosa had tried to pull a number on me.

Guns: The Spencer Book

My phone buzzed, and I wanted to just ignore it, but it wasn’t a call, just a text with a photo attached. From Rosa.The picture loaded automatically, a boy, probably about three. I was going to delete it when something caught my attention. A cowlick split his hairline just to the right of the center of his forehead.

I touched my hair. I kept it short up top to avoid the whorl I couldn’t control, in almost precisely the same place.

I clicked on the picture and zoomed in. His eyes were Rosa’s, no doubt. But his ears — they laid just like mine, mostly flat but with a flare at the top.She blinked rapidly, her eyes rimmed red—why hadn’t I noticed that before?—and backed out of the bathroom. You’re right. So right. She shut the door behind her, and I heard a thud in the general area her head would have been.

Damn. I hoped I wasn’t the one to put the tears in her eyes. We were off to a fan-fucking-tastic start.I didn’t need to shave on a Sunday, so I could get dressed and get out of here…except that I hadn’t brought a change of clothes in with me. I let out a huge breath and counted the ceiling tiles until my body was under control. Looked like Samantha wasn’t the only one who needed to adjust.

Out on the Cutting Edge (Matthew Scudder #7)

The hallway was mercifully empty, and I made it to my room without seeing her, or having to justify that I was now the one who needed to put clothes on.Clothes, Powerade, and a ham sandwich later, I settled in at the kitchen table with my Apache Helicopter 5&9 flashcards, mentally quizzing myself over fuel pressure limitations.

You know we don’t even start the Apache course until next month, right? Jagger asked, reaching for a drink from the fridge.I heard there’s a test on the first day, and if you fail, you’re out. I flipped the next card over.

I’ll say again—a month.Yeah, well, not all of us have a photographic memory to depend on. Some of us actually have to work for it.

He slapped his hand across his chest. You wound me. Besides, last time I checked, you were the one who graduated top of our class during Primary.I wasn’t distracted by a girl. Shit. I closed my eyes and tried to rewind time thirty seconds. My foot lived in my damn mouth today. The problem with always being honest was it bordered on insulting. I was working on it. I counted to three and looked up to see him waiting with a smirk. Not that Paisley isn’t worth it.

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