Xeni (Loose Ends, #2)

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

She didn’t have time to haunt anybody. She was too damn tired.”

There was something terrifying about competent and confident government employees.

For once in her life, it would be nice to be pursued. Even if she was already married to the guy.

No way. I’m not stroking your ego.” “This isn’t about my ego. I genuinely want to know. If you had a shit time, please tell me. Critique me. I want notes.” “You want notes?” “If you have notes. I want ’em.” “Ugh. I’d love to crush your spirit right now because there’s nothing I love more than putting a man in his place, but I have no notes. You made a bitch greedy for more.

They were in a unique spot and, because of it, he’d seen her at what he imagined was her lowest, coping with unimaginable confusion and pain, and still he didn’t want to be anywhere but by her side.

“You’re trying to make me fall in love with you. It’s not gonna work, McInroy.”

“All women are witches, period. Like I said, it just matters if you embrace it. If you believe.”

“The family you create is sometimes just as important as the one you’re born into.”

Can you just appreciate the effort here? I cook, sing and play seventeen instruments, and my dick is a foot long. Sorry I’m a terrible sketch artist. I can’t be everything for all people, Xeni.”