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The dead talked to Riley Thorn in her dreams. The living inconveniently telegraphed their secrets to her over grocery conveyor belts and in crowded restaurants. She did her best to ignore them all.
The vision hit her fast enough that she didn’t have time to fight it. Her nose twitched so hard she felt her lip curl Elvis-style. For a second, the sexy stranger vanished in a cotton candy fog of pink and blue. Then she saw a hideous bedspread in yellows, oranges, and greens. A lava lamp cast an orange glow from the other side of the bed. Those ocean eyes boring into hers as his body covered hers. Tattoos. One on his chest. One on his bicep. None on his neck—thank God. His mouth was on hers as he dragged her underwear down her thighs. “Riley,” the vision stranger breathed as he lined up his
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Talk about a vision lol 😮💨
“No one is named Esmeralda.”
Lol
“Just goes to show you can say anything you want, but that don’t make you a different person than what you are down deep.”
Complications are the best part of life.
Also, what did being physically attracted to a murderer say about her?
Lol
“I’m Nick, Mrs. Penny. Riley’s new boyfriend.” His “girlfriend” choked on what he could only assume was her own saliva.
“You know what I like about a good girl?”
“Behind every good girl facade is the urge to do something bad.”
“I’m an excellent judge of people. Gabe here is obviously no threat.” Fred had once changed Ted Bundy’s tire in a grocery store parking lot.
Lol
“My sister is a pathetic doormat of a human being who excelled at nothing but making terrible choices in life. Her son was a disgusting disappointment. However, despite their shortcomings, they are both family. And family—even disgusting disappointments—deserve justice.”
Lol
“Would you please stop talking in fortune cookies?”
“Listen, Andre the Giant, if you don’t stop flirting with my fiancée, I’m going to find a step stool, climb it, and punch that smile off your face.”
“The way I see it, Thorn,” he said, his voice low and rough in her ear, “is you try so hard to be normal, you forget about what’s really important.”
“Have you ever thought about focusing on what something means for you and not anyone else who came before or after you?”
“You make me dizzy,” she breathed. He let out a definite growl this time as he paced in front of her. “Riley, honey, you can’t tell a guy something like that and expect him not to want to hear it again,” he warned.
“Baby, the way you kiss, there’s a bad girl inside you dying to get out and have some fun.”
“Please tell me you’re good at QuickBooks, and I’ll have your babies.” Harmless flirting had always been his go-to defense. No one could take a guy seriously if he was never serious. Only now it didn’t feel so “harmless.” “I have no experience with books that are fast, and you do not have a uterus.” Gabe’s supersized frame filled his doorway, blotting out the light like an annoying eclipse.
“Oh, don’t play that game with me, Thorn. You’ll lose if I have to drag you home with me and lock you in a closet until you come to your senses.”
“Are you fake two-timing me, Thorn?”
“You don’t think I can take care of myself?” The woman had thrown herself down the stairs chasing a murderer with a hockey stick.
Lol
“Sorry, but once you’ve hit one guy in the face with a tray, you’re filled with bloodlust.”
“Yeah, we just busted up a half-assed puppy mill that some asshole was going to turn into a dogfighting ring!”
Lol
“How do you feel about dog-sitting?” she called back. He laughed and shook his head. “Anything for you, Thorn.”
“Good for you. I always say a guy ain’t got nothing if he don’t got a woman forcing him to do good shit.”
“Riley’s your Christmas morning.”
Burt had effusively greeted every person on the deck as he’d pranced to the table. Now, he was staring at Katie, head cocked, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. Like he was trying to puzzle her out.
Burt doesn't like her, bad sign!
He didn’t slow down, just picked her up, kicked the door closed behind him, and kissed the hell out of her.
“We have no interest in violating your back door, venerable elder,” Gabe promised.
Lol
How long had he been waiting for this moment? It felt like all his life.
Mayor McMurder
It was kind of her thing now, leaving cars at crime scenes.
“If you will excuse me, I will replace my sadness ice cream with happiness ice cream,” Gabe said, beaming.
Lol I like the way you think Gabe 😂
“What are you doing with my dirty Dickie underwear tongs?” she asked. “I’m retiring them. You don’t live with a dirty old man anymore. You’re living with me now. And we’re not roommates. We’re dating. You’re my girlfriend. I’ll remember your damn birthday and take you out for dinner and buy you shoes or whatever as soon as you apologize for being a headstrong idiot.”
“You just quit your job,” he said, looking a little bewildered. “You need a place to stay? I need a job,” she said, advancing on him unsteadily. “You want to work for me?” “We can play it by ear,”
