One of Us Is Next (One of Us Is Lying, #2)

by Karen M. McManus

It’s kind of cute how nonchalant he’s trying to sound when he’s obviously proud of himself.

Nate tosses both sodas into a nearby trash can without another word.

HE IS SO HOT

“This smells nice,” she says. “Did you just wash it?” “No.” Knox looks guilty. “Not for a while, actually. Sorry.” “Oh.” Phoebe shrugs. “Well, you smell nice, then.”

Maeve blinks, startled. “Are you suggesting we … hack it?” “No,” I say. “That’s ridiculous. I’m suggesting you hack it. I don’t know how.”

I love knox

You can’t change the past, Luis said the night he made me ajiaco in the Café Contigo kitchen. All you can do is try harder next time.

Her arms wrap around his neck as he spins her around, and I turn away with a smile so they can have their reunion kiss in private. “Endgame,” I say to the empty room.

I LOVE THEM SM SO PRECIOUS

Holding on to resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.