More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Lunch, Ms. Baylor. Concentrate. Pick a place.” “You seem to be under the impression that I work for you and you can give me orders. Let me fix that.” I hung up.
“Yes, she did. Did you know that Adam Pierce showed up at our house last night?” Grandma’s eyes went wide. “He was here?” “She met him outside.” Grandma swung toward me. “Did you take any pictures?”
“I’m not a man of infinite patience,” Mad Rogan said. I hung up.
“You dumped me on my doorstep. According to my mother, I looked half dead.” “Your mother exaggerates. A third dead at most.”
Mad Rogan looked down at my chalk lines. “This is the lousiest circlework I’ve ever seen. Were you drawing with your eyes closed?”
“I’m attracted to you.” His voice was confident and assured, as if this whole conversation was simply a formality and he knew he would win in the end. “I know you’re attracted to me.” Just had to rub it in, did he?
“You melted.” A male, self-satisfied smile touched his lips. “Like spring snow.”
“And you’re not hurt? Nothing’s broken?” “No.” “Oh good.” Mad Rogan sank a vicious punch into Adam’s jaw. Adam fell to his knees, his mouth bloody. “How about now, Adam? Anything hurt now?”
