The Body in the Backyard (Riley Thorn #4)
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They owned a home together. They worked together. They had a dog together. This wasn’t just another new relationship. This was the relationship. This was it. She was it.
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He gave her a once-over. “You’re hot.” Nick slapped Carlo upside the head. “Stop hitting on my girl.” Carlo slapped him back. “Fish’s gotta swim.” “Go swim your ass through my pipes.”
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“Is this a good surprise?” Gabe asked with suspicion. “It better be. I want to do something completely out of character.” “You wish to become well-mannered and charming?” Gabe’s insult game was strong in the morning. Nick didn’t care for it.
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“If you don’t step aside right now, Patel, I’ll cut your bangs.” All the women in the room gasped together.
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“You’re not a terrible person. You’re just human. Griffin has the ability to bring out the absolute worst in everyone. And if your worst only involves a pickle jar prank, I think you’re still pretty wonderful.” “I have never wished ill will upon someone before. However, I cannot help but hope chronic constipation will haunt him for the rest of his life,” he confessed. “Me too, big guy. Me too.”
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“You know, the more time you spend with us, the meaner you get. And the meaner you get, the less I hate you,” Nick said. “I believe you just complimented me,” Gabe said.
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“Listen, Hector, I’m getting my shit together so I can propose to my girl. But if I weren’t already in a committed relationship and straight, I’d ask you to marry me right now,”
Cheyanne
Pffftttt i wasnt expecting that
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Griffin appeared, carrying a spoon of what looked like straight mayonnaise. He slurped it up like it was soup. Brian gagged.
Cheyanne
Disgusting
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“Talk to my girlfriend like that again, and I’ll remove your face and give you a colonoscopy with it,” Nick warned.
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“I don’t have head trauma, and I’m not overreacting to yet another criminal fiasco. I want you as my wife. My partner. You’re it for me. And I know I should have found a better way to do this, like with champagne and flowers and maybe a fucking violin. But this is us. Messy. Complicated. Slightly injured. Standing in the middle of yet another crime scene together after saving the day. So say yes. Marry me.”