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Tied with Me (With Me in Seattle #6) Thunderball (James Bond #9)

I gasped. Was he joking? "Really?"

It’d been a few days since the hockey game, and Hunter and I had maintained regular contact via frequent text messages. It was basically a continuation of the back and forth teasing and joking we did in person. I was glad for the banter, but it was sometimes distracting while trying to concentrate during class.It was the third Thursday since the semester started, and I sat at a table in the back corner of the Wheatley Library cafe aptly called Husk Cafe. There were a handful of people sitting around, reading the campus paper, or fooling around on their laptops. It was still too early for people to be studying for midterms and if they really wanted to study, they’d be up in the stacks anyway. The cafe was for socializing and having coffee.

The Hidden City (The Tamuli #3)

The girl I was sketching kept playing with her hair and I had to redo my sketch a few times. My pad was smudged with charcoal and eraser shavings. After she changed her position for the hundredth time, I decided to move on to a more cooperative subject.Just as I was looking around the cafe, I spotted a familiar face waiting in line. Gary turned and waved at me. I gave him a small wave back. He looked younger in the afternoon light of the cafe but still looked just as ripped in a maroon v-neck sweater and jeans. After getting his drink, he headed over to my spot. I put my sketchpad and materials back into my bag.I shrugged and pointed to the coffee in front of me. Not much, just hanging out.

The Magical Christmas Cat

Mind if I join you? I gotta run to a class in a few minutes, but I still got some time.I shrugged. It’s okay. Studying, drawing—the usual. Not too much else going on.

Hey I never asked you the other night, what year are you?

Ah, right before the shit really starts to hit the fan. Let me tell you. Sophomore year is all rainbows and unicorns, but once junior year hits, all of a sudden you need to decide what you want to do with the rest of your life. And don’t even get me started on senior year.His brow wrinkled. "You don’t look like any accountant I’ve ever seen."

I gave my best glam pose, my hands framing my face. "All the accountants look like this where I work," I said in a vampy voice, then broke into a grin."Then let me tell you, I’ve been doing my taxes with the wrong people," he said. "Listen, really, sweetheart, we could use a few more extras for the crowd scene. You sure you don’t want to be in a video?"

The Wicked (Vampire Huntress Legend #8)

"I’m more of a behind-the-scenes kind of girl.""But hear me out, I’ve got this perfect part. See, the zombie nurse that comes after the band will have this giant syringe, and you’ll be in a nurse’s uniform . . ." He grabbed a costume, still on its hanger, from one of the racks. I could only imagine what Palmer would say if he saw me spending company time wearing a skin-tight nurse’s uniform in a rock video.

"Uh huh." I pinched at the fabric of the zombie costume’s micro-mini latex skirt. "And what artistic statement is this making, exactly?""Darling, it’s all about the nature of fame."

"Fame?" Under different circumstances, I might have told him off about the "sweetheart" and "darling" treatment, but I didn’t want to piss off The Hitchcocks' director right before he shot their video."When a band like The Hitchcocks gets big, their fame locks them inside themselves," he said, suddenly much more animated, talking a mile a minute. It was like I’d turned his dial up to eleven. "They’ll start in straitjackets, each band member in a different cell, but even when they escape their cells, the zombies try to keep them from succeeding. You know, the critics, the fame leeches . . ."

Just what I want Jax to think of me as, I thought. A fame leech and a nurse with a face like a rotted corpse coming after him with a giant syringe.I was trying to think of how to exit gracefully when I heard my name being called, somewhere behind me. "Riley?" I looked around, but couldn’t see the source of the voice. Louder, this time: "Riley, hey, is that you?"

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