Fireworks (True North, #6)

by Sarina Bowen

Sixteen year olds always point out the painful truths. It’s their job.

I’m still holding a grudge against him and the whole state where I fell for him.

And I’d follow her no matter what. Case or no case. It’s not even a conscious choice. Wherever she goes is where I need to be.

I usually only think about destiny when I score Chanel lipstick

What’s the statute of limitations on heartache? I don’t think mine is over.

I love you, he whispers to my dreaming self. I love you, Skye. Just you.

I see all the fireworks.

She’s like a gift that was never mine to unwrap. But now she’s looking up at me like I hung the moon and stars. I can’t stop.

have a brain clouded with equal parts lust and affection.

looking for his favorite girl.

Skye brings out a fierce protective streak in Benito.

She’s a quiet girl, but she never looks beaten. That’s why the other girls are intimidated by her. It’s not just her pretty face. It’s all that silent dignity.

And when Skye’s fingers close around his, it’s enough. There’s so much more he wants, but somehow this is still wonderful.

I can practically feel my ovaries dance a jig.

If you love someone, set him free. If he returns with a cup of coffee, he’s a keeper.

Pure fentanyl is so potent that a dose the size of a peppercorn is enough to kill several people.

the only place in Vermont where I’d ever felt safe.

hand-holding is pretty great.

“You look like everything I ever wanted,”

have a lot less patience for this kind of malarkey than usual.

I don’t know why I expected the entire state of Vermont to stay the same as it was while I was away.

Benito laughs, and the sound of it warms her frightened little heart.

“I’m not afraid of a little lipstick,” he whispers. “You can mess me up any time you want, honey.”

always thought I’d left behind a backwater of a town for better opportunities. But I keep finding things to like about this place, darn it.

getting hug-mugged by my mother.

because small towns run on coffee, pastries and gossip.

I loved you from the first day I met you. That’s never going away.”

crave him in ways I didn’t know were possible.

Oh my. That’s going to leave a mark on my subconscious.

The girl has gotten into more scrapes than a clumsy kid in roller skates.

We’re binge-kissing.

There are no cookies at New York News and Sports. We snack on veiled threats and fear.

squicks me out.

“Babies are very honest. They lay it all out on the table. They tell you exactly how they’re feeling.” “Yeah? I can do that. How's this? I can't wait to have babies with you.”

“She who scoops it, hoops it.”