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The Beast (Black Dagger Brotherhood #14) The Pagan Stone (Sign of Seven #3)

Mamaw’s expression shifted from confused to knowing. I admit, I knew a moment of sadness. Not because you wrote your book, she hurried to assure Harper, but because for all his dreams, Parker never could manage to do that. Mamaw paused and said softly, I would have liked to see him finish his book. Maybe not publish it, but at least to have had the satisfaction of seeing his project through to completion. To write The End, as it were. But I suppose that was his weakness. And it is rather sad, isn’t it?

Girard moved closer, his wineglass held between him and Mamaw. She turned her head, her face inches from his. So much drama tonight, she thought, she’d practically ignored the poor man. Yet he’d handled it all with his usual grace and charm.Marietta, he said in a low voice so only she could hear him. He raised his glass. To us.

Once Upon Stilettos (Enchanted, Inc. #2)

Mamaw raised an eyebrow at him teasingly. Don’t you mean to you and Imogene?Girard let out a belly laugh. No. His eyes flashed. I most certainly do not.Mamaw’s heart skipped as she lifted her glass and, staring into his eyes, took a sip. Never, she thought, had champagne tasted so sweet.

Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone (Harry Potter #1)

Don’t leave yet! Harper called out to everyone. I have one more surprise.Yes, Carson replied honestly and without hesitation. I’m happy for her. It’s her turn.

But it does shine a light on your own darkness. Is that it?

I guess so. Carson lifted her teacup with two hands, relishing the warmth that seeped into her palms.Granny James didn’t raise me stupid, Harper said, slipping into colloquial. She pointed. Did you think I wouldn’t see that brown bag? You are so busted.

Carson swallowed hard, her face pained. I didn’t drink any.Harper made a disbelieving face.

The Wild (The Secret Journeys of Jack London #1)

Really, I didn’t. But I was close. Carson groaned loudly. I want it so bad.She had to be the heroine in her own story.

Carson took a deep, calming breath and shifted the gears. She backed out of the garage, then drove with purpose north on Middle Street. A few minutes later she parked near Dunleavy’s Pub. Cars were still parked in the slots, but she found one nearby. The laughter on the street was louder and brassier, a sign of late-night drinkers. She reached the dark green pub at the corner, past the picnic tables, and peered in the windows. It was near closing time, but a handful of people were still there, mostly in their twenties and thirties. The late crowd.Taking a breath, she pushed open the door. Immediately she smelled the freshly popped popcorn and recalled the days it was her job to make it. She stood at the door of the popular watering hole and glanced quickly around the room. Old beer cans and license plates from across the country decorated the walls, along with photographs of local sports teams and signed photographs of a few famous greats. A soft buzz filled the room. The television over the bar had a baseball game playing.

Ashley, a fellow waitress when Carson worked here, smiled, drawing near, carrying a tray of dirty glasses back to the sink. Hey, girl. Long time no see!Ashley shook her blond head. She looked tired after a long night. No, filling in. Hey, great to see you. She smiled wearily and, her arms loaded, hurried on to the kitchen.

Carson’s gaze moved directly to the bar, the crown jewel of the pub, which dominated the back wall. Behind the bar, in his usual spot, the bartender stood facing the room, polishing a glass.Carson walked straight to the bar, grabbed hold of the polished wood, and leaned forward, her gaze squarely on Bill. He was the bar’s owner and manager and had been her boss when she was a waitress here. He was an old friend of Mamaw’s, which had helped her get the job. Bill had also fired Carson for stealing a bottle of liquor.

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