The Blonde Identity

by Ally Carter

“Are you going to yell at me?” she shouted over her shoulder, breathing hard even though she’d only gone thirty feet. “No!” he yelled. “Yes! I don’t know. Ask me again later.”

Lol

“The Mile High Club,” Sawyer cut in. “Harder to join than it sounds.”

Lol

She jerked the gun from his waistband—tossed it into the woods and stormed away. “That’s my second favorite gun!” he called after her. “Then go get it!” she shouted.

My favorite line

“It’s not what you think.” “So it’s my fault”—Zoe spun on him—“that I heard the words that you said in the order that you said them? It’s my fault that you’re regretting the words that you used. That’s my fault?”

“I eat pain for breakfast,” Zoe said. “You what?” Sawyer choked.

Hahaha 🤣🤣

“You don’t have an accent.” “Don’t I, love?” And there it was. The accent. “No. Gasp. Put that thing away.” “What?” “You can’t just go around with an accent like that. And with your shirtsleeves rolled up? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

giddy