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It’s not the bad memories that tear a person apart. It’s the good ones.
Dean shrugged unapologetically. Agent Sterling took that as a yes. Sterling turned to Michael. I expected her to ask him something, but instead she just held out her hand. “Keys.” “Spatula,” Michael replied. She narrowed her eyes at him. “We aren’t just saying random nouns?” he asked archly.
He had a plan, and he executed that plan at all costs.” She smiled. “You should be proud. He’s just as brilliant as you are, smart enough, even, to pull one over on dear old dad.” Redding leaped for Agent Sterling, but she leaned back, and the chain caught him. “Like a dog on a leash,” she said.
Sterling is such a badass
His face. And still, he waited—for me to say the words, or for me to close the space between my mouth and his. I shut my eyes. The next time my lips touch yours, I thought, remembering his words, the only person you’re going to be thinking about is me. The rush in my head went silent. I opened my eyes, and— Mariachi music started blaring all around us. I jumped a foot and a half in the air, and Michael nearly lost his balance on his bad leg. We turned in unison to see Lia toying with a set of speakers. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she called over the sound of the music. “‘Feliz
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I love Lia lmao
