I have a cotillion event. Some yacht-club charity fundraiser thingy. Whitney is insisting, and Kit took her side.โ Three wide smiles. โOh shut up.
Kathy ReichsBen yanked Hi sideways as spikes snapped from the wallโฆOnce again, only Benโs reflexes had saved him. โPlease stop doing that!โ Ben barked. โPlease keep doing that!โ Hi warbled.
Kathy ReichsLet's do it. Monkeys are always funny. You pretty much can't go wrong with a monkey, right? Hi paused. Well unless that monkey wants you dead, or does needle drugs or something. Then it's wrong, and a bad monkey.
Kathy ReichsI've been accused of being a minimalist writer. I don't like a lot of verbiage in there.
Kathy ReichsWhitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine. "Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!" "Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.
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