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Walk of Shame (Love Unexpectedly, #4) Walk of Shame by Lauren Layne
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“She wasn't blindly waiting for some fairy tale; she was just smart enough to believe that she deserved it.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame
“If you really, truly can’t warn them about what’s coming, the best you can do is situate yourself in their life to support them when the pain comes. And you should probably prepare yourself.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame
“I pop another piece of donut in my mouth and smile. “It’s fine. I won’t tell a soul you checked me out.”
“I wasn’t—” He clears his throat. “Forget it. You’re ridiculous.”
I’m grinning outright now, because that’s two you’re ridiculouses this morning, and when he takes to repeating himself, I know I’ve successfully gotten under his skin.
Georgie, one; Andrew Mulroney, Esquire, zero.”
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“What exactly did you do for exercise, Georgiana?” he says, giving me a skeptical look. “Twirl your hair?”
“If I do it vigorously, it counts as cardio.”
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“The woman was just so damn vivacious, drawing people to her with every breath. Everyone liked Georgiana. And she’d chosen him. Somehow, this gorgeous, compelling creature seemed to want to spend time with him.”
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“I don’t like games, Georgiana.”
“Which is why you need to play them, Andy.”
He blinks. “It’s Andrew.”
“Hmm. How about Drew?”
“No.” The word is a growl. “Georgiana.”
“Yes, Andy?”
He exhales. “I’m going to kill you.”
I can’t help the laugh. “See, I don’t think so.”
“Don’t you?”
“Nope,” I say, sucking sugar off my thumb. “You don’t send flowers to someone you’re going to kill.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame
“You’re not clinging to logic because it’s better, you’re clinging because it’s safer. The problem isn’t that your girl’s not thinking straight, it’s that you’re scared.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame
“He still doesn’t relax, the press of his fingers urgent, demanding. “Love me back,” he whispers. “Please love me back.”
I press my face to his neck. “You’re ridiculous,” I whisper. “Of course I love you back.”
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“He was no Tin Man—he had a heart. And it belonged to Georgiana Watkins.”
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“Georgiana.”
“What?” I snap, turning around. “What can you possibly say that you haven’t said a million times already with every scowl, with every eye roll, with every you’re ridiculous? You think I’m stupid and worthless. I get it.”
The guy’s expression is one tangled knot of emotional constipation. “That’s not what I think.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame
“At five A.M. on the dot, I said yes to being Mrs. Andrew Mulroney, Esquire”
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“Women don’t like secrets, Mulroney. Even the ones that we logically know are necessary. They break our heart.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame
“How long have you looked like this?” “Like what?” “Regurgitated death.” He”
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“If you really love me, we’ll never speak of the singing episode again.”
I grin back. “If you really love me, you’ll do an encore whenever I demand it.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame
“If you really love me, we’ll never speak of the singing episode again.” I grin back. “If you really love me, you’ll do an encore whenever I demand it.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame
“He stares straight ahead as the doors close, then says quietly, under his breath: “Yes.” “Yes what?” I whisper. He glances down at me, his expression unreadable. “Yes, perfectly ridiculous.” I can’t help the smile.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame
“Damn. She really was the most ridiculous creature. He carefully hid his smile until he was back outside.”
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“He glanced back and saw Georgiana waving at him happily, much as she had with the cab driver. Don’t wave back. For the love of God, man, don’t— Andrew lifted his hand, just briefly, in acknowledgment.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame
“At five A.M. on the dot, I said yes to being Mrs. Andrew Mulroney, Esquire.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame
“He palms my ass before his fingers explore, tracing the upper elastic of my underwear. “Georgiana. Are you wearing impractical undergarments?”
“Yes. One might even call them . . . ridiculous.”
He pulls back, eyes gleaming. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
Lauren Layne, Walk of Shame