I lowered the gun but didnโt holster it. Not just yet. She could turn out to be psychotic. Or a door-to-door salesperson.
Darynda JonesThere was nothing like a trip to the gynecologist to make one feel just a little violated. Charley
Darynda JonesIn a moment of sheer terror, I realized I couldn't feel my brain. It was there just a minute ago. Maybe I really was dead. "Do I look dead to you?
Darynda JonesYou either fainted or you wanted a much closer look at the cracks in the tile. Either way, you hit hard." "Seriously?" He nodded. "Maybe you shouldn't have been trying to make out with him," he suggested. How did he know that? "I was kissing him good-bye." He snorted and exchanged glances with the nurse. "That's not what it looked like to me." Probably not. But what happened? Could Reyes Farrow take control over me even from a freaking coma? I was doomed.
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