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Of course, I’m not offended that you’d accuse me of murder. I’m offended you’d think I’d be bad at it.
When he grabbed his old one by the collar and slid it over his head in one smooth motion, he looked like an ad for bodywash or body spray or just bodies in general
His voice sounded like chocolate tastes: dark and rich and like something you’d regret indulging in later.
This is big, but it’s not a done deal yet, so don’t tell anyone.” Maggie swore she wouldn’t and then she crammed her laptop in her bag and raced home to tell someone.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve worked up a little . . . agenda.” She bit back a grin, like she didn’t want to brag but she was really good at agenda-making.
She hated him because he was handsome and charming and they lived in a world where a man didn’t have to be anything else.
she couldn’t stop thinking about everything long enough to think about anything,
And— Wait. You read romance?” “Sweetheart”—Ethan lowered his voice and his eyes—“I absolutely read romance.”
It felt like she’d been chasing him his whole life and had only now caught up. Ethan wished he’d stopped running a lot sooner.
And then it was just the two of them and the sliding doors and the knowledge that Ethan didn’t believe in love at first sight, but that didn’t mean he could make himself stop staring.
That’s what Child Maggie must have looked like, high on too many cookies and Eleanor Ashley novels, filling up notebooks and spying on neighbors. He wanted to go back in time and be her very best friend.
Like she’d been taught to live by two simple rules: (1) When in doubt, assume you’re the problem. And (2) Always be in doubt.
she pulled back to study the face that was too rugged to be pretty and too beautiful to be anything but gorgeous. Like an angel who liked to bend the rules but was still, deep down, one of the good guys and everybody knew it.
Inspector Patel: So you threatened a police inspector? Mr. Wyatt: Oh. That? That wasn’t a threat. Inspector Patel: Oh really? Then what would you call it? Mr. Wyatt: A warning.
You weren’t married to a man. You were married to an Am I the Asshole Reddit come to life.
It wasn’t a threat or a promise or a dare. It was an inevitability,
He’d never felt so complete and so unfinished at the same time,
Ethan knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life losing board games to this woman.
She was nervous. But that didn’t mean she was wrong.
“You know, if mankind has one universal superpower, it’s gaslighting women into thinking they’re the problem.”
“Just sit there and do what you’ve been doing all along—nothing.”
Then they locked Ethan and me in the greenhouse—” “Ethan and I,” Rupert snarled, sounding snide. “Screw you, Rupert. And she’s right; it’s ‘me.’
