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She was, without question, the hottest woman Fitz had ever seen.
Fitz was the one doing the campus tour but felt like he was on a field trip led by a golden retriever with a PhD.
She was completely irresistible as long as she wasn’t speaking, which, unfortunately, was never.
greeting him with a hand-slap-and-hug combination that Ren longed to catalogue in writing because it looked ritualistic and important.
Almost twenty-three years old, and she’d never been robbed or murdered once!
she was buying it, he could tell. Ren shook her head. “You’re lying.” Dammit.
What a surprising thing you are, he thought.
He’d wanted to touch many women in his life. But he’d never so badly wanted to deserve one before.
“This is the Avenue of Flags,” Ren whispered reverently. “I guessed that,” he whispered back, “based on the huge letters right there that read ‘Avenue of Flags.’”
“Do that sweet smile where your eyes crinkle and you look so handsome.”
“It’s smaller than I expected.” “Some will say that it’s not the size that matters, but what you do with it.” Ren slid her eyes to him, frowning. “I think you’re making a dirty joke.” He laughed. “I might be.”
“Kansas City! That sounds amazing.” “You’ve really never done anything if Kansas City gets that reaction.”
She understood now on a deeper, savage level why people did this, why people fought for it, lost themselves in search of it.
In the hallway stood a man approximately the size of a refrigerator.
how people from all over the world had already donated an ungodly amount to a trust set up for her by the State of Georgia.
“I don’t have to be happy just to make sure people aren’t worrying about me,
