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Best, Worst, Most Improbable.”
“As much as I love the criticism strongly implied in that question,” Michael cut in, “I’ll completely ignore it and go next.
love him
The term on-again, off-again had been invented for a reason. Michael and Lia were that reason.
so real tho
“I’m not going to tell the two of you to get a room,” Michael announced, “because that is geographically impossible. So instead, I will suggest, quite delicately, that the two of you get a metaphorical room.”
“Come now, Redding,” Michael enunciated, “the worst part of your week was clearly losing a bet and being forced to carry a man-purse to training activities for forty-eight hours.” He paused dramatically. “Some of our classmates call him Agent Man-Purse now.” “You’re the only one who calls me Agent Man-Purse.” “So far.”
AGENT MAN-PURSE
“The most improbable part of my week”—Dean echoed my words, as if somehow, that could close the distance between Colorado and Virginia—“is the fact that my appointment with the Bureau psychologist wasn’t the worst.”
getting the help you need is hot
Agent Briggs. He was the FBI director now. He couldn’t just run off at a twelve-year-old’s call. Agent Sterling, his wife, hadn’t been part of the team during the Mackenzie McBride case—and she was thirty-six weeks pregnant. With twins.
FUCK YEAH
Lia wasn’t, generally speaking, a person built for hesitation, but it was different—for all of us—when a case involved a kid.
“I don’t moisturize,” Lia told one of them as we passed. “I made a deal with the devil to maintain my youth. You don’t want to know what the devil asked for in return.”
Lia>>>>
Behavior. Personality. Environment. Those were the cornerstones my mom had taught me when I was younger than Mackenzie was now. If you knew any two sides of the triangle, you could predict the third.
Celine smiles sweetly. “Why would I be interested in boys,” she asks the table innocently, “when there are girls?”
louder for the people in that back 📣📣
“Be still, my heart.” No one could deadpan like Lia. “I will surely be unable to control the animal attraction this nostalgia will provoke.”
Sadie is good at pretending. Lia is better. After all, she’s pretended to be Sadie all these years.
“I love you, Mama.” Lia can make that sound and feel true without having to worry about whether or not it still is. “Even though you’re planning on telling him everything I tell you, even though you’ll stand back and let him put me in a hole in the ground, even though you’ll watch me starving and dying of thirst and look straight through me until he gives me permission to exist again—I love
One lie—the right lie—can doom a man. She wishes a lie could save her mother.
🩵🩵
“Tell me you love me.” It’s Lia who turns, not Sadie. It’s Lia whose hair her mother is brushing. She’ll always be Lia now. “I love you, Sadie.” It would be easier, for Lia, if that were a lie.
sobs
“You think I should see someone.” I let my fingers curl slowly into a fist, and Dean cupped his hand around mine. “I think it might help.” His lips brushed, white-hot, over my knuckles.
ugh hes so attractive
I knew that the things that happened when we were young had the longest to burrow in.
childhood trauma for the win
Without our particular childhoods, none of us would have been Naturals. Lia wouldn’t have been Lia without growing up in the cult. Sloane had always had an affinity for numbers, but isolation had turned them into a coping mechanism. Michael’s sensitivity to emotions developed as a survival skill, and Dean understood killers because he’d been raised to be one. I’d long since accepted the role that my own childhood had played in making me a Natural profiler.
this feels like a grande finale
It was easier—always—to talk about someone other than myself.
🩵🩵🩵
Dean and I had always acknowledged that to do what we did, a person needed a bit of monster in them.
line for the ages
Without warning, Dean’s mouth descended over mine. I rose up to meet him, my hands on either side of his face, my legs wrapping themselves around his body. I wasn’t normal. Neither was he.
“Celine needs me.” Sloane fiddled with something, though I couldn’t quite make out what she held between her fingers. “No one has ever needed me before.”
LESBIAN LOVERS
“We all need you,” Dean told her. Sloane was our light in the darkness. “Dean,” Sloane said very seriously, “I hope this is not oversharing, but Celine needs me in a very different way.”
SEX
Michael declared. “Now, on a somewhat unrelated note: adorable onesies for the Sterling-Briggs Wonder Twins, yay or nay?” He held up what appeared to be a custom-made infant onesie emblazoned with the words SPECIAL AGENT BABY.
SPECIAL AGENT BABY
