The Naturals (The Naturals, #1)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Even though he phrased his words like they were a question, they weren’t—not really.

Everything you said or did was a data point you put out there in the world,

You could tell more about a stranger by seeing their house than you ever would by inviting them to yours.

He shrugged. “My inner Boy Scout had to try.” If this guy had an inner Boy Scout, I had an inner flamingo.

“I guess you could say I’m contrary.” I snorted. That was one word for it.

I didn’t say anything. The less I gave him, the more he’d show me.

Agent Briggs’s face became more animated. Gone was the hardened professional. This was personal. This program was something he believed in. And he had something to prove.

“I’m seventeen,” I reiterated. “A better question might be how my legal guardians would feel about it.”

He was FBI. He probably knew what color toothbrush I used.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re cute when you’re annoyed?”

“Actually, that’s not true. Whatever’s going on here, I am absolutely delighted to interrupt it.”

Briggs lacks a certain amount of… finesse. Guy never met a square peg he didn’t want to pound into a round hole.”

“You feel stupid. Doesn’t mean you are.”

My favorite quote of the whole book 😭

Maybe my body knew something that I didn’t.

I could feel my gut telling me, loud and clear, that it wasn’t the whole truth. “I’m missing something.”

“Well?” Lia had done a good impression of a patient person, but clearly, her capacity for waiting for me to reply had been stretched to its limit and then some.