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There were seven doors: the one she and Mac had just come through, three in the wall to their left, two on the right, and one in the back. Both doors in the right wall were open.
Is there going to be a quiz on the number of doors later? This sounds like the beginning to a math problem.
“With a name like that she was probably a prostitute,” CJ muttered, and turned to glance to the doors in the wall on their left. Two of them were open, the first and last, while the door in the middle was closed. The open doors revealed small rooms with a single table and two chairs in each.
I don't know why this is bothering me, but again with the doors? Is this going to be revelant later?
A hallway stretched out ahead of them once she followed Simpson out of the bullpen. The first door on the left led to a large room fitted out with a kitchen and three round tables for eating at. The door on her right was labeled Men. The next door on the right, though, read Ladies.
Oh yay, more doors and what they lead to. Am I reading a book or planning a heist here? I am so glad I now know that the restroom doors were clearly labeled and where they were positioned in relation to each other.
“There you are.” Simpson nodded to the door and then simply continued down the hall to the next one on the left. When he turned in there, CJ supposed it must be the evidence room, but her attention was on a metal door she could now see at the end of the hall. It had a very small glass window that she could see bars through. The cells, she realized, and turned to slip into the ladies’ room.
I'm going to start a drinking game and take a shot every time doors are mentioned.
The door to the cells was the very last door in the back wall, but as she reached it, she noticed a small narrow hallway leading to the left to what was obviously an exterior door.
A hangover is in my future, isn't it?
“You’re like a turtle on its back. All soft flabby skin, just waiting to be sliced and diced.” “Flabby!” he squawked. “I am not flabby. In fact, it’s impossible for me to be flabby. I’m all sinewy muscle and—”
I am cringing so hard at this grade school quality dialogue. Do you know what else is hard? A turtle's shell. Which wraps all the way around the turtle protecting the top and bottom. I think the turtles are embarassed for CJ and her bad turtle anatomy.
Instead of fanning herself with her hand, she used the cell door, swinging it closed firmly enough to create a slight breeze that fanned over her even as the metal door clanged shut.
Oh you clever, clever girl. /s You distracted Mac long enough with your confounding turtle analogies to lure him into your trap. And you managed to use the door not only as a fan for your hot and bothered self, but also as a key component in your
Machiavellian plan. Bravo! Doors for the win!
Mac Argeneau had endured a hellish day. He’d nearly died in a fire, had lost everything he possessed, and now she had just rounded out his evening by locking him up in a jail cell. Poor bastard, she thought guiltily. How cold was that?
Ice cold CJ. Ice cold. You lured Mac in with your bad turtle anatomy and then left him high and dry. I get that this isn't your circus and you definitely don't think Mac is your monkey but have a heart. It isn't his fault that you are so attracted to him that you imprisoned him against his will. That sounds like a "you" problem sweetie.
Bastard, she thought with a sort of amused disgust. She couldn’t decide if he was the luckiest son of a bitch alive, or she was the unluckiest. She supposed that was probably an odd thought considering his home had just burned down, but he’d survived, which was pretty damned lucky to her mind, and now he was getting her bed. Bastard.
CJ, you keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. You keep referring to Mac as a Bastard in your head and you don't know a thing about his poor parents. You obviously find him pleasant to look at and he hasn't done anything that could be deemed overly despicable. Is this your pet name for men who mildly inconvenience you?
“Where do those doors lead?” Mac asked, gesturing to the three doors in the wall on the right.
Stop telling me how many doors there are! I. Do. Not. Care. This is supposed to be a shared sex dream, not a real estate showing! No more doors! Please. My liver is begging you.
Pushing the thought away, she said, “My parents added on the two bedrooms. It was just the main room and the loft before that.” “No bathroom?” Mac asked with surprise. CJ shook her head. “Outhouse. We were all grateful when the bathroom was done,” she added dryly, and then turned to leave the room, heading for the kitchen. “Would you like some iced tea or a soda?” she asked when she sensed him following her. “Tell me about your childhood.” CJ stopped walking. This was her dream. She was supposed to be in control and that was not a subject she wanted to discuss.
While I am happy for a topic change, I don't think "tell me about your childhood" is a valid response to "soda or iced tea?". (And does anyone find the offering of a beverage to be a little bizarre given she knows this to be a dream? Is she just excessively polite?) I thought this was supposed to be a shared sex dream. If this was my dream, I would be so bored I would fall asleep. Again. 224 pages into the book and what have we accomplished? Two murder attempts and an in depth tour of the police station and vacation cottage interiors? I thought this was a romance novel, not HGTV.
He hesitated, and then asked, “I don’t suppose you can wait until Mac wakes up to explain everything? He’d probably really rather do it himself,” he pointed out, and when her expression didn’t change, said, “No, huh? Okay, then, how do I— Oh! I know, so you’ve heard of Casper the Friendly Ghost, right?” CJ’s eyebrows rose, but she nodded. “He was a good happy little ghost, not scary like the other ghosts?” CJ nodded slowly again. “Well, we’re like that, only we’re vampires, not ghosts. Happy Casper vampires.”
This. This right here folks. Bricker's explanation has got to be one of the best. Now I need to go back to reread his book again. I think "happy Casper vampires" redeemed the book for me. 👻
