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The Scorpio Races If You Stay (Beautifully Broken #1)

I don’t know what you want me to do, she shot back. How you want me—to stand. Her voice trailed off.

He teased my legs apart with gentle hands. "I love you, too, Riley," he said, kissing the inside of my thighs.We didn't get out of bed until the next morning.

Fatal Deception (Red Stone Security #3)

The steam shower felt almost too good to get out of, but the evening was barely getting started.I turned the faucet off, casting a regretful look at the bathroom. Too bad we're only staying until Monday, I thought. There were a lot of things New York City did better than Hollywood, but hotel suite bathrooms were definitely not among them.As I toweled off my wet hair, I looked down at the bathroom counter. The L.A. Times was folded over to a headline: Arsonist Gets Third Strike. I touched the newspaper with damp fingers, feeling victorious as I read the lines. Thanks to a couple of previous felony charges for grand theft auto, it looked like Darrel was never going to be seeing the outside of a prison cell again.

Breaking Sin (Sin #1)

When the arson investigators called a few weeks after Jax and I got back together, they wanted to talk about Anarchy Fest. Apparently, they'd found evidence of arson but most of their leads had gone cold, so they were asking performers.We told them everything we knew—and I even remembered to tell the investigators that Jax thought he'd seen Darrel. It turned out the side of the stage where Jax spotted him was right where the fire had started. They took it as a tip and searched his property, and found plenty of evidence for not just the Anarchy Fest arson, but half a dozen other unsolved crimes related to the Reapers.

They even found pictures he'd taken of us, showing how he'd followed Jax and me almost everywhere after that night. After Jax realized his "hallucinations" had actually been Darrel, he calmed down a lot. Every week, he was making progress in therapy, and his nightmares were getting under control.

I smiled, taking one last look at the article, and tossed the paper in the trash. Sometimes, you really could put the past behind you.So when she opened the door to see this diminutive, rounded, rosy-cheeked brunette – who had to be at least, what, thirty-four? Thirty-five? Could she even still have children? What on earth was Graeme thinking? It couldn’t be this girl. Graeme was so handsome, everyone said so. Since he was a little boy. Her ex might have been a total bastard, but he was a good-looking bastard, that was the truth, and it had all come out in the boy. And so smart, with his smart car and his smart suits and his smart flat. There was absolutely no way … Maybe she wasn’t his girlfriend. Maybe she was … Carole clutched at straws. Maybe someone who needed a visa to stay in the country. Maybe she was a friend of a friend passing through London and Graeme was kindly letting her stay at his flat. But then … why would he bring her? He wouldn’t.

‘Cake!’ said Issy again. ‘Um, I don’t know if you like cake.’Issy felt the familiar blush spreading across her cheeks and grew hot and cross with herself. She felt dully, stupidly, like she wasn’t what Carole had been expecting. She glanced hurriedly at Graeme, who normally ignored his silly mother, but even he could see that her behaviour could be construed as quite rude. He gave Issy’s hand a quick squeeze.

Blood Games (Saint-Germain #3)

‘Issy’s my girlfriend,’ he said, and Issy was grateful to him. ‘Uh, Mum, can we come in?’‘Of course,’ said Carole weakly, standing back and letting them cross the threshold on to the cream shagpile carpet. Without thinking Issy walked straight in, then froze as she realized that, behind her, Graeme had bent down and taken off his shoes. Of course he had.

‘Ah,’ said Issy, taking off her sandals and realizing as she did so that she could do with a pedicure – but really, when did she have the time? She noticed Carole checking out her feet too.‘Shall I put this cake in your kitchen?’ said Issy brightly. Carole gestured ahead. The kitchen was utterly spotless. Laid out on the side were three neat bowls with prewashed salad, a small pile of neatly trimmed white-bread ham sandwiches and a jug of lemonade.

Issy put the cake down with a sigh. This could turn into a long afternoon.‘So do you work?’ asked Issy politely when they sat at the obviously rarely used round table to eat lunch. It was a glorious day, and Issy had looked longingly at the immaculately tended garden but Carole had announced loudly that she was terrified of wasps and flying insects and never ever sat outside. Issy had complimented her on her skin, which Carole had totally ignored, and now they were all sitting indoors with the windows shut and the television on so that Graeme could watch the sport.

Carole looked surprised at the question, but Issy had rarely asked Graeme about his mother; early in their relationship they were far too casual for it to be appropriate, and more recently she had sensed he rather avoided the topic. Carole couldn’t believe he hadn’t mentioned her to this girl … Well, woman, girl was pushing it a bit. Maybe the relationship wasn’t that serious after all.‘Well, presumably Graeme’s told you about my charity work?’ Carole said stiffly. ‘And of course, the Rose Growers Association keeps me busy. Although I mostly do the admin for that. Insects, you see. They never seem very grateful.’

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