The Outpost (Jamison Valley, #4)

by Devney Perry

Dad and I were trapped inside that hanging box with three cops. A good-guy trifecta. Sitting on the cramped elevator floor, Dad chatted with the three uniformed men about their careers while I sat in silence. For 45 minutes, I was in awe, not even slightly panicked that we were stuck in the elevator. Why? Because I was with heroes.

🙄 uh oh is this gonna be a law enforcement circle jerk?

The twitterpation would eventually fade, just like it always did.

There’s an expression that hasn’t been used in 20 years

He saw me as a foolish city girl who would never fit into his raw and rugged world. I was the spoiled princess who required indoor plumbing and a dirt-free abode. He was the rough and tough guy who would be the only man standing after a zombie apocalypse.

FMC with her nonstop emotional reasoning and over generalizing

Of course he would laugh at me. Of course he would pity me. I was ridiculous here.

And labeling