Barronsโ lips twitched. Iโd almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid.
Karen Marie MoningHis face was in my neck and he was breathing hard. Was he grieving me? Already? Would he miss me? Had I, in some tiny way, come to matter to this enigmatic, hard, brilliant, obsessed man? I realised he'd come to matter to me. Good or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.
Karen Marie MoningI was in Cancun, Mexico, sitting in a disappearing-edge swimming pool, on a bar stool that was actually under the water, watching palm trees sway in a sultry breeze against the unmistakable aqua splendor of the Caribbean Sea; drinking coconut, lime, and tequila from a scooped-out pineapple, with salt spray of breaking surf and sun kissing my skin. Translation: I'd died and gone to heaven.
Karen Marie MoningYouโre early.โ I give him a mutinous look. Of course he thinks my being early is about him. Itโs not. Mac was at Chesterโs last night at eight. I think sheโs hunting me. Since I canโt be late to avoid her, I have to be early. โWatch broke. Thought I was on time.โ โYou donโt wear a watch.โ โSee? I knew I had a problem. Iโll just dash out and get one. Be back tomorrow. On time.
Karen Marie Moning