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My Kind of You (Trillium Bay #1) My Kind of You by Tracy Brogan
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“she caught a glimpse of flat, tan abdomen, and suddenly she didn’t need coffee. She needed smelling salts.”
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“A disaster wrapped in a catastrophe sitting on a pile of misfortune.”
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“Calamity-ville horror plagued by mold and termites and a faulty foundation.”
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“And in this case, the devil didn’t wear Prada so much as she wore a pink nylon tracksuit, polka-dotted bifocals, and answered to the name Gigi.”
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“Her head practically swiveled, and her laser-beam stare honed in on Ryan, thoroughly scrutinizing him. He’d felt less violated after a TSA strip search.”
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“That place is turning into the Hotel California.
You know, you can check in, but you can never leave.”
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“Maybe you should get a very large life insurance policy on the next husband,” Lily suggested slurping her coffee loudly. “You know, before he makes an ash of himself.”
“Very funny, but don’t think I haven’t thought of it. It’s an unpredictable way to score more rental properties, but I do seem to be good at burying men.”
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“It’s hard raising parents.”
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“There are no bears on the island.”
“Really, are you sure because I was hiking with my Dad and I’m sure I saw one? Either that or it was a humongous man-eating badger, with fangs. It might have been frothing at the mouth.”
“Man-eating, huh? No problem then. I’m a girl.”
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“Life had a way of shifting under her feet like quicksand and she had learned to just make the best of it. Like Gigi always said, ‘when God closes a door, he shoves you out the window.”
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“Too bad he was officially the enemy.”
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“Private fireworks are far superior to public fireworks.”
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“What do you call this? Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop. Bang. Clip-clop. Clip-clop.” The ever-present creases in Harlan’s face deepened for a moment until he said, “I don’t know. What is it?” “It’s a Trillium Bay drive-by shooting.”
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“that the yoga guy? Yoga Matt?”
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“Your….your bat cave?” Emily responded.
“Yes, I’m quite proud of it. I put those visiting Boy Scouts to good use building bat houses, and now I’ve got dozens of them lining the walls of my tool shed.” She ran a hand down her long, witchy hair. “Bat houses, I mean. Not Boy Scouts. I don’t have any Boy Scouts in my shed.” She looked around, and Ryan couldn’t help but wonder if anyone might indeed be missing a Boy Scout.”
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“And call me crazy, but it seems like this horse is doing that on purpose.” Emily nodded, her smile staying right in place. “You’re not crazy. He’s totally doing it on purpose.” “Why? Why would he do that?” “If you had somebody straddling you, wouldn’t you be trying to get them off?” He let that sink in for a second before responding. “I guess I’d sure give it my best shot, depending on who she was and how much fun we were having.”
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“Finally, the judge from Ypsilanti”
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“Drunk puzzle night had been a little too much fun.”
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“No charge for my expert services,” he said. “Strictly pro boner.”
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“Wawatam.”
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“When God closes a door, he shoves you out the window.”
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“causing”
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“A crooked old man had been playing solitaire in there with an actual deck of cards when she and Chloe had arrived. Emily estimated his age to be somewhere between eighty-five and infinity,”
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“Pellston airport.”
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“most of the guys Emily dealt with these days were subcontractors who wore tool belts and cargo pants and suffered from chronic ass-crack reveal.”
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“again”
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“Siri, what’s a femme fatale?” Chloe asked her phone. “It’s a dishonest woman who uses feminine wiles to manipulate men,” Emily responded just as the phone replied, “It’s a woman considered to be dangerously seductive.”
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“Her life was more like a series of tattered Post-it notes with hastily scribbled goals written in dull pencil. Some of them stuck. Lots of them didn’t.”
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“Just one more?” he said, holding up his thumb and index finger to indicate tiny. Oh so small. “Just one more little one? I don’t think that was my best work, and what if this is the only time we ever kiss? Then you’ll go on for the rest of your life thinking that’s the best I can do. I don’t think my ego can take that.”

He sure as hell hoped this wouldn’t be the only time they ever kissed. In fact, he was going to make damn sure of it, and then some. But for the moment, this angle was going to work for him. He could see her indecision. He leaned closer, his lips nearly touching hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as he whispered against her mouth, “Just one more.”
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“We don’t have to tell secrets. We don’t have to talk at all. We could just, you know, kiss . . . and stuff.”
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