The Blonde Who Came In from the Cold (The Blonde Identity, #2)

by Ally Carter

“Are you asking if I want to see your room?” “No. I’m asking if you want to see stars.”

Alex was brimming with questions because she was, at her core, a nosy bitch (and hence: spy school).

“Ooh! I’ve got an idea. Maybe we can use the stick up your butt to pick the locks!” “It’s too big, Sterling. You know that.” She stopped, and for a moment, she just stood there, staring. “Was that . . . a joke?” “I’m not sure.” He actually looked sheepish. “I’ve never made one before.”

There were a million things to say in that moment but only one that mattered. “You came for me.” He put a hand on her forehead like he was feeling for a fever, but he left it there like he couldn’t stop touching her quite yet. “Always.”

“You can put it down, sweetheart.” “What?” she whispered while he kissed the corner of her mouth. “The world.” He looked at her like Isn’t it obvious? “I’m going to carry you for a while. You don’t have to do anything but hold on.”

“You’re not going to break me, Michael Kingsley.” “That’s funny. Because you’ve been crushing me for years.”