Veronica Ruiz Breaks the Bank (Finlay Donovan, #3.5)

by Elle Cosimano

To my readers, because you asked.

she said "here, DAMN!!!! always asking for stuff"

Just because she’d had to start her life over didn’t mean she had to forget who she was.

“I was stuck on number seventeen. Seven letters down, a platinum queen. Five letters across, rule of risk.” “Beyoncé,” Vero answered.

“I know when you’re enjoying yourself, Veronica. The way you move. The way you breathe.

Either one of them could have started the conversation with any of those questions, but it wouldn’t have been a conversation. It would have been a trade. A negotiation.

Javi hopped down from the driver’s seat as Vero got out and slammed her door. “What are you doing?” she asked over her shoulder as he followed her. “Walking you to your car.” Because of course he was. She rolled her eyes. It was the same thing Javi and Ramón had always done from the time she’d been old enough to drive, watching to make sure she’d made it safely to her vehicle, waiting until her engine started, then tailgating her out of the lot like two overprotective shadows.

awwwww :')

he could probably finish Gone with the Wind in a single sitting for as much time as the poor guy spent on the can.

“You know what they say about idle hands and a busy mouth.”

She knew that tone. Knew that she could scream and holler and spew out horrible things to him in a flash of hot temper, and his voice would only get softer. Because he knew she was not okay.

He was looking for the wrong behaviors—the new or different behaviors, something unusual or out of the ordinary. But when someone’s hiding something in their hand, it’s their reoccurring behaviors that give them away.

The woman looked at Vero as if she were her own personal savior, the hero of some terrible drawn-out tragedy that Vero couldn’t begin to comprehend.