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June 29 - July 1, 2025
I’d wanted to see how far I could go.
He used me to hurt her.
warm nuts.
and raised my warm nuts high.
He’d made his money in oil,
I wanted to know more about this family. About him. “Four grandsons, I mean.”
“Sometimes,” Jameson Hawthorne said, sounding strangely contemplative, “things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core.”
“You’re protective,” Nash commented, “and you seem like you’d fight dirty, and if there’s one thing I respect, it’s those particular traits in
combination.”
and you know as well as I do that if the old man did it, there’s no undoing it.”
“There’s a chance that Hawthorne House is just a tiny bit hard to navigate. Imagine, if you will, that a labyrinth had a baby with Where’s Waldo?, only Waldo is your rooms.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?”
“My house, my rules.”
Get it girl
“I’m a Hawthorne.”
“This entire place is unreal.”
And his back muscles…
“Everything’s a game, Avery Grambs. The only thing we get to decide in this life is if we play to win.”
“He left you the fortune, Avery, and all he left us is you.”
“I hate to puzzle and run, Mystery Girl.…”
“But the last thing you need on your first day at this school is for anyone to see
you getting cozy ...
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wish you were here.
“The archive,”
Fourth wing!!
He cares.
Jameson.
Jameson Winchester Hawthorne is a very bad idea.
Everything is something in Hawthorne House.
“Can I have one of the blueberry scones?” I asked—my version of a peace offering. Xander handed me a lemon scone. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“You might think you’re playing the game, darlin’, but that’s not how Jamie sees it.” Nash’s voice was gentle enough, but for the words. “We aren’t normal. This place isn’t normal, and you’re not a player, kid. You’re the glass ballerina—or the knife.”
Jameson Winchester Hawthorne’s.
from inside the bathroom. “We’re all friends here, aren’t we? I make it a policy to befriend everyone who steals my birthright.” I’d never seen passive aggression quite like this.
“Track,” I repeated. “As in racetrack?” “They were my grandfather’s babies,” Jameson said. “And now…” A slow smile spread across his face. “They’re yours.”
That smile was devilish. It was dangerous.
“There’s nothing like speed for getting out of your own head—and out of your own way.”
Nothing except Jameson Winchester Hawthorne and me.
“Getting involved with Jameson would just be throwing gasoline on the fire.” “And what a lovely fire it would be,” Max murmured.
“Don’t be sorry, Ms. Grambs. Be worthy of it.”
The morality of an action depends, ultimately and only, on its outcomes.”
“Nash is with your sister.” Grayson spoke for the first time since we’d entered the car. “If the gentleman so much as tries to lay a finger on her, I assure you, my brother would take pleasure in removing
that finger.”
Not survive. Not just make it through.
“Maybe we don’t. You can play by the rules—or you can make them. I know which I prefer, Heiress.”
“If I were a boy,” Thea told him with a Southern belle smile, “people would just call me driven.” “Thea.” Constantine frowned at her. “Right.” Thea dabbed at her lips with her napkin. “No feminism at the dinner table.” This time, I couldn’t bite back the snort. Point, Thea.
“To you, Heiress,” Jameson murmured
Jameson grabbed me and pulled me toward the ground. The next thing I knew, his body was over mine
The tea was hot. The whiskey was strong.
Maybe she couldn’t. Or maybe she doesn’t want to.
Same
“It’s okay, Heiress,” Jameson murmured. “I’ve got you.”
“You’re a horrible liar.”
He wasn’t acting like this was just a game to him—like I was just a game.
