All In (The Naturals, #3)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

You know what it’s like to have your world torn apart. You know what it’s like to wake up each day to the awareness that the monster who tore it apart is still out there, free to do it again.

“Too young to party, just old enough to participate in federal investigations of serial murder.” Lia let out an elaborate sigh. “Story of my life.”

Home isn’t a place, Cassie. The memory crept up on me. Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

“Did you know,” she said brightly, making another attempt at conversation, “that elevators only kill about twenty-seven people per year?”

sloane always giving us valuable information

“I may have led them to believe Judd was my butler.” That got nothing more than a slight eyebrow raise out of Judd, who poured himself a cup of coffee without responding. “If anyone asks,” Michael called to him, “your name is Alfred.”

“When you lose the remote control to your television, four percent of the time it ends up in the freezer!” Sloane blurted out loudly.

i love sloane

Sloane looked up from her lap. “Napkins,” she said. “Not going to lie,” Michael put in. “I had no idea that was a number.”

his humor is unmatched

“I know it, Dean, but I don’t believe it. I won’t ever believe it.” “Believe me,” he said simply.

You know it, I thought, but you don’t believe it. “Believe me,” I whispered.

You don’t get to bury her. You don’t get to honor her, you sick son of a bitch.

“Pretend for a moment,” Lia told her, “that we’re all very, very slow.”

we’re all slow when it comes to sloane 😔

Back in the living room, Michael had apparently seen fit to return. For reasons I could not begin to fathom, he and Lia were arm wrestling.

why is this me? arm wrestling is fun

“She’s going to be fine,” Dean muttered. “I’m going to have a heart attack.”

Sloane let out a long breath. “Based on my calculations, now would be an appropriate time for someone to hug me.” Beside her, Dean opened his arms, and Sloane melted into them.

awww

“Raise your hand if you didn’t realize Dean was a hugger,” Michael said, raising his own hand. Lia snorted.

“And I’ve magnanimously decided against shaving my initials into Dean’s head.” Dean glowered at Michael. “I swear to God, Townsend, if you—”

But just because you don’t understand something doesn’t mean you get to ignore it. You can’t just pretend the pattern doesn’t exist and hope it goes away.” The way he pretends you don’t exist, my brain translated. The way he ignores you.

Security holes that the world’s most elite crime-solving agencies seriously need to patch?

I would have bet Michael’s car that,

why are we betting michaels car?

“Don’t,” Judd told her sharply. “Don’t you ever apologize for being what you are.”

yes tell her judd

“In Alaska, you can be criminally prosecuted for feeding alcohol to a moose.” “I’m going to take that as a no,” Michael said.

“Luckily for us,” Michael replied airily, “I’ve never met a bad idea I did not immediately embrace like the dearest of friends.”