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Until then, she’d just keep ignoring him and otherwise do her best. Because she couldn’t afford to lose this job, not when she was so close to turning her life around.
I'd forgotten this. It shows how shitty the Fae are. It's their blood that made her prone to addictive behavior. Then they make her life miserable because she embarrassed them (or whatever) and push her out to make room for Liv. And SHE'S NOT taking advantage of Larry, she really cares and is trying.
“I thought we talked about your appearance,” he said. “I have one business suit. This is it. My hair is too short to pin up.” “Makeup?” “Not wearing any,” I said. “I’m twenty-four. I don’t need to trowel it on.” He nudged his shades up and opened the car door. I got in.
He's calling you pretty
“No, it’s not.” Bitterness etched lines around Marlotte’s mouth. “I confessed to my best friend, and he told me to keep lying. Keep hiding. Which I did. For nearly twenty years. All because of Christian.”
No. Because YOU chose to
enjoyed his company. There was, I admitted, the possibility I enjoyed it a little too much. I could say I was just lonely, but there were times over that weekend when I was keenly aware that Gabriel Walsh was not an unattractive man.
With Gabriel, the attraction only blazed in blessedly brief flares, usually when he came close enough for me to be physically aware of him. Then that would pass, and he’d revert to being simply a guy I found fascinating. Yes, I found him fascinating—his world, his thoughts, his opinions, his entire way of looking at life.
Which was useful, working with Olivia, who was undeniably attractive, in an intriguing variety of ways.
“She’s useful to me, I’m useful to her. As long as that continues, Rowan Street is safe from an old-lady smack down of epic proportions.”
He looked . . . young. Very young and very vulnerable. His face relaxed. His expression relaxed. His blue eyes . . . not cold, not empty. Wide and bewildered and, yes, damn it, vulnerable. I looked at him and I felt things I really didn’t want to feel about Gabriel Walsh. Not now. Probably not ever.
There was no need to worry that I was falling for Gabriel because any interest was clearly not reciprocated. Which was good. It was safe.
