Into the Drowning Deep (Rolling in the Deep, #1)

by Mira Grant

the front of his pants, her bra hanging off the bedpost, when her phone would ring and she’d go running, saying something about that asshole partner of hers and new results. Jason had occasionally wondered whether Luis had hacked her Fitbit, using it to decide when he needed to be a fucking cockblocker. But that wasn’t why they’d broken up. They’d broken up because she hadn’t known how to play politics. Because she’d been more comfortable playing guide for those dead-end whale-watching tours and talking about the vengeance she was going to have someday than she’d been getting out and doing something. He’d played the politics. He’d found the ladder and started his upward climb, reasoning—accurately—that if he could hitch his wagon to the right star, he’d be able to reach a position where he could get things done. The fact that they’d wound up in the same place didn’t matter. Luck was always a factor, and Tory had gotten lucky. There were a few other people on the Melusine who could say the same, people who’d been in the right place at the right time, who’d shown their faces in the right doorways for the wrong reasons. But most of them … most of them were like Jason. They had worked hard for what they had. They were going to keep working hard. They were in the same place now. That wasn’t going to last. Tory was going to have the opportunity to watch her ex-boyfriend make the future while she wound up standing in the past. He hoped her little slut could make it up to her. He ...

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