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Dune Messiah (Dune Chronicles #2) Running from the Past

He takes a long deep breath and sits taller, as if a weight has lifted. Finally, someone knows. It's been so hard, you see, keeping this a secret.

Nonchalantly, like its no big deal, Zeke leans back in his chair, arches his spine, extends his leg, and pushes out the chair across from him.It slides two feet and stops.

Forbidden Pleasure (Bound Hearts #8)

He stares at it. Raises a brow beneath the brim of his ball cap. Bends his neck and goes back to work.Sit. Theres plenty of room, he rumbles. Offers me a tight smile. We should probably talk.Talk? He wants to talk?

Song in the Dark (Vampire Files #11)

All right. Give me a minute.I back away, mind working in overdrive, cataloging all the things he could possibly want to talk about, and I come up with the following: Kyle. Running me out of his house on Thursday. The fundraiser next week.

Taking a deep breath, I count to ten before gathering my backpack and laptop from the back office. Find my time sheet. Clock out.

Walking to his table feels like some weird, reverse walk of shame, my gaze trained on that pushed out wooden chair.Right. So why dont you tell me what youre stuck on and what you need help with.

Instead of telling her, I flip open a folder, expel my notes and project prospectus Ive been struggling with, and push it toward her across the smooth surface of the table.While shes perusing that, I flip open my textbook.

Velocity

My index finger trails down the page, stopping at a passage I highlighted with an orange highlighter, the same passage Ive had to read and reread at least a dozen times because I cant figure out how Im supposed to write a paper based on what little information Ive been finding.There isnt adequate information to write an informed paper on my topic, and my grade depends on this essay.

Violet scans the prospectus, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Have you chosen your topic?I thumb through the open folder, fish out and hand her another single sheet of notebook paper with handwritten notes. She takes it, reads it, then glances up.

Youre doing your research paper on this?All conversation stops when I shove through the door. I step up to the counter, fill out the paperwork attached to the clipboard, and catch the eye of the gray-haired receptionist behind the desk.

She rolls toward me in the desk chair, giving me the stink eye behind her thick purple glasses.Youre late, and your little buddy has been waiting for eight minutes.

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