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Night World : Dark Angel (Night World #4) My Healer (Bewitched and Bewildered #3)

Wednesday. I expect you there with a big sign that says, ‘Cooper is number one.’

Hey, Mama, Knox said, stuffing the carton back into the fridge as if I hadn’t just witnessed his violation of it.I giggled at the nickname. Tucker had started calling me Mama Kenna shortly after I moved in and Knox, who thought it was adorable, often used the nickname too, since he knew it always brought a smile to my lips.

Crucible of Gold (Temeraire #7)

Did you get that boy off to school? He leaned back against the counter, letting me take in my fill of his naked torso.Momentarily distracted by the ridiculous six-pack staring back at me, it took me a moment to answer. Uh-huh, I managed.Knox grinned at my reaction. Over two years later and I still get her weak in the knees.

Hells Knights (The MC Sinners #1)

Do not! I couldn’t let him know how easily he got me worked up. I didn’t want that knowledge going to his head. He already knew he was a complete sex god with command over my body, heart, and soul. Jeez, a girl needed to keep a few secrets.He pushed off the counter and stalked closer. What do you want to do today? His gaze wandered down my body while his fingertips grazed my hip bone. A zing of electricity darted through my center.

Damn it. There was no denying I wanted him. I shrugged, trying to play it cool. I don’t know. I was thinking of going to the mall, getting some summer shopping done for me and Tucker. He won’t fit into any of his shorts or T-shirts from last year…

Knox’s gaze locked on mine and his fingers tightened as they curled around my hip. You have exactly three seconds flat to get this fine little ass up those stairs and undressed, he growled. One…—Montgomery Clift, From Here to Eternity (1953)

I don’t work with Porter on my next shift. In fact, I’m not scheduled to work with him again until Saturday—not that I’ve obsessively checked the schedule. But the level of disappointment that hits me when I pick up my till and see Mr. Pangborn’s white hair instead of Porter’s tangle of curls is so crushing, I have to give myself a mental shake. Why am I getting so worked up over a boy? This isn’t like me. At all.We’re still on for tonight? Grace says when Pangborn is escorting us to the Hotbox, merrily whistling what I think is a Paul Simon song. When I hesitate too long, she grabs my orange vest. Don’t you bail on me, Bailey Rydell.

Windmills of the Gods

I’m not, I say, laughing as I push her away. It’s just complicated. I might need to fib a little to my dad about who we’re hanging out with, so when you pick me up, don’t mention any surfers.She wrinkles up her face, and then gives me a whatever look. Eight o’clock.

Eight. I’ll be ready, promise.Pangborn does a little shuffling dance outside the ticketing booth door, one hand on his stomach, singing about some guy named Julio down by the school yard. Yaa da-da-da-da!

Grace grins. That must be some fine chronic you got your hands on this morning.Nature’s medicine, my dear, he corrects, making a quieting signal with his hand as he glances around—probably looking for Cavadini. Never know who’s listening around here.

A terrible thought crosses my mind. You guys don’t have sound on the security cameras, do you? All the things Porter claims Grace tells him about me . . . what if he’s been listening in on our conversations inside the Hotbox?Sound? Pangborn chuckles. We barely have sight. No, there’s no sound.

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