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The Fine Art of Faking It (Blue Moon, #6) The Fine Art of Faking It by Lucy Score
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Lucy Score, The Fine Art of Faking It
“Claudia is on the spectrum as well. She’s super smart but gets hung up on certain topics. Last year was that crazy video game that all the kids play. She can be a handful as well, just in a different way.”
Lucy Score, The Fine Art of Faking It
“Eden bared her teeth at her friend. “I know what you’re doing, and if you want twenty bucks that much I will give it to you.” “It’s the principle of the thing,” Layla sniffed.”
Lucy Score, The Fine Art of Faking It
“Eden straightened her shoulders so defensively her neck cracked. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Why in the hell would that piss you off?” Davis countered. She shrugged it off and sipped. “Sorry. Reflex. I’m used to being pissed off at everything that comes out of your mouth. Please elaborate, and I promise not to bite your head off.”
Lucy Score, The Fine Art of Faking It
“This might be the rage talking, but you’re incredibly sexy when you’re plotting evil schemes,” Davis told her.”
Lucy Score, The Fine Art of Faking It
“Walk me through this again and tell me how much more satisfying this will be than turning them over to the police,” Davis said, slipping another slice of pizza off the tray. It was a good plan, but for once in his life, Davis wasn’t sure if it was mean enough.”
Lucy Score, The Fine Art of Faking It
“They’d spent an hour “negotiating” his room rate. She had stubbornly refused to take his “dirty Gates money” while he wasn’t interested in her “sanctimonious Moody charity.” It was the most fun he’d had in months.”
Lucy Score, The Fine Art of Faking It
“He was the guy who set school records for the 100-yard dash and gentle sheep shearing.”
Lucy Score, The Fine Art of Faking It
“Something was rotten in Blue Moon, and it was standing in her lobby. Eden put her hands on her hips. “Who is that?”
Lucy Score, The Fine Art of Faking It