The Score (Off-Campus, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

With your ‘baby dolls’ and foul language and the way you throw ‘ain’t’ into a sentence every so often.”

odd thing to say

voice whispers my name from far, far away. Jeez. Maybe I’m in the cave again. Maybe I never left it. How fucked up would that be? If I died in some cave in Austria but didn’t know it? If the life I’ve been leading ever since that Europe trip is really a figment of my imagination, and my dead body is actually decomposing in an ice cave right now?

“Names and dates,” I growl. “I need to make a new Kill Bill list.”