The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

I just spent a full hour with Olivia Anderson and I know two things for certain. One, she is absolutely not guilty. And two, I am so totally fucked.

Edna loves love. Reading about it, watching it, talking about it—she’s just in love with love.

My gal

Life is both painfully short and dreadfully long, and you only get the one. Live it for you.”

I like living in my delusion, thank you very much.

Fucked. I am so fucked.

I smile. That’s my fucking girl, I think. Wow, where the fuck did that come from? She is so very much not my girl by any stretch of the imagination.

“That sounds like Edna. You never should have told her you lived nearby.” “To be fair, when I did, I was bleeding from my head and a pretty girl was standing in front of me.” We both pause. We both stare. Then we both try and talk over each other. “I’m sorry—” “I didn’t mean—” This is so uncomfortable. But also . . . Pretty girl.

“So why aren’t you two making whoopee? You’re hot; he’s hot. You should be hot together.”

EDNA YOU DOG

“Oooh, so it’s like one of those fake dating romances! Where they start as pretend and then before you know it, they’re boning!”

I’m in such dangerous territory, playing with fire. Let me burn.

You cannot hit your boss at the FBI in a federal building. You cannot hit your boss at the FBI in a federal building.

“Kissing you might be my downfall, Olivia, but I’m going to be doing it anyway. If I’m going to hell, might as well taste heaven along the way.”

ahhhh

“I know what you need. I’ll give it to you when I’m ready.”

Bark bark!!

“You don’t like flowers. Or gardens. Or the outdoors really.” He stares at me, confused, like I’m the crazy one. “But you do.” The words swirl around me, warmth suffusing every part of me. But you do. It’s like it’s the obvious answer, like there’s no other conclusion. “But I do.”