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If I ruined my brand-new Stella Alonso dress over this, I’d kill him, bring him back to clean up the mess, then kill him again.
if you promise to join me on vacation after. Three weeks in Spain. No work, just play.”
It didn’t happen often, but when it did, I added it to the mental drawer where I collected all things Sloane.
Michelangelo himself couldn’t have sculpted a better female form.
“I love a woman in charge.”
“No, I’ll just suffocate beneath the weight of your inflated ego.” “There are worse ways to go.”
“You don’t know how I taste.” His smile took on a decidedly more wicked slant. “Not yet.”
“What’d you think of my sister and her husband? Charming, aren’t they?” “That’s not the first c word that came to mind.”
The Fish floated upside down in the tank, his eyes sunken, the pupils cloudy. My mace clattered to the ground, the sound muted beneath the sudden roar of blood in my ears, but I couldn’t bring myself to pick it up. Dead. He was dead. He was dead.
Loved. It was a strange concept, and not one I’d had experience with in the past.
loved her, totally and completely, and I’d be damned if I let anyone hurt her.
“Luna is short for mi luna. My moon. Because no matter how dark the nights got,
you were always there, shining so brightly that I always found my way through.”
“I’ve been falling in love with you day by day for years, and I didn’t even know it,” he said, his voice thick. “Well, now I know it.”
