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The Ruby Knight (The Elenium #2) Dirty Red (Love Me with Lies #2)

Mr. Phone looked around while the nearby passengers skirted their attention away from him.

No, she was at her mom’s this year. Hazel’s parents got divorced a few years ago. Her dad still lives in Gloucester, but her mom is in Vermont now, so she alternates holidays with them. She’ll be at the game today. Are you guys coming?I’m afraid not. Your dad won’t be home in time, and you know I don’t like driving on the freeway alone.

Without Fail (Jack Reacher #6)

I hide my disappointment. My parents have never been too invested in my hockey career. Dad was always too busy with work to attend any of my games, and Mom just plain wasn’t interested. When I was little, it hurt my feelings. I’d see all my friends’ families in the stands, mine would be nowhere in sight, and envy would flood my chest.But whatever. It is what is. That’s my attitude about most things. Can’t change the past, don’t cry over the present, don’t stress about the future. It’s all pointless, especially regret.Well, try to make it to the finals if we’re playing in them, okay? I say lightly.

Lover Eternal (Black Dagger Brotherhood #2)

Of course. Now stop looming over me and go have a seat, superstar. I’ll take care of everything.At least let me set the table, I argue, trying to grab plates from the cupboard.

She swats my hands away. No. Sit down, she orders. This might be the last time I’ll be able to serve you before you have your own staff waiting on you hand and foot.

Nah, that’s not gonna happen.Definitely. I heard phenomenal things about the Fine Arts program. And, obviously, the hockey program is stellar. They offered me a full ride to play, and I get to study something I’m really into, so… I offer a shrug in return.

That’s so important. Doing what you love, I mean. A lot of people don’t have that opportunity.Curiosity flickers through me. What do you love to do?

Shakespeares Christmas (Lily Bard #3)

Her answering grin is self-deprecating. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.Come on, there’s got to be something you’re passionate about.

Well, I’ve been passionate about stuff—interior design, psychology, ballet, swimming. The problem is, it never sticks. I lose interest quickly. I haven’t found a long-term passion yet, I suppose.Her candidness surprises me a bit. She seems way more down-to-earth tonight compared to our previous encounters.

I’m thirsty, she announces.I suppress the urge to roll my eyes, since I’m sure that’s code for go buy me a drink. Only, it’s not. With a naughty smile, she swipes my beer from my hand.

Our fingers brush briefly, and I pretend not to notice the spark of heat that races up my arm. I watch as she wraps her fingers around the Bud Light bottle and takes a long sip.She’s got small hands, delicate fingers. It’d be a challenge to draw them, to capture the intriguing combination of fragility and surety. Her fingernails are short, rounded and have those white French tips or whatever you call ‘em, a style that seems way too plain for someone like Summer. I’d expect extra-long talons painted pink or some other pastel.

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