She was starting to feel a little like a hamburger at a dietersโ convention. Nobody was likely to snack on her, but absolutely everybody noticed she was edible.
Rachel CaineI Promise," Shane said. "You'd better, jerkface," Eve said. "How's the head?" "Taped. It's fine, chicks dig scars. Wait, did you just call me jerkface? Are we back in grade school?" "I love you," Eve said. He closed his moth, fast, because obviously that was not what he'd expected. "I, uh, okay, love you too. Can we stop that? It's uncomfortable." "Jerkface." "Much better.
Rachel CaineWhat about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes?" Morley asked, leaning even closer. "E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air." He seemed very smug that he knew that. "Well, not exactly, and would you please either BACK OFF or go find a shower?
Rachel CaineKnowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.
Rachel CaineClaire. Wake up.โ She blinked and realized that her head was on Shaneโs shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadnโt realized she was so close to him, snuggled in. Her third was that although Michaelโs part of the couch was empty, Shane hadnโt moved away. And he was watching her with warm, friendly eyes. Oh. Oh, wow, that was nice.
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