Claire was struggling through last summerโs diary volume when Myrnin popped in through the portal, wearing a big floppy black hat and a kind of crazy/stylish pimp coat that covered him from neck to ankles, black leather gloves, and a black and silver walking stick with a dragonโs head on it. And, on his lapel was a button that said, If you can read this, thank a teacher.
Rachel CaineShe was staring at you.โโ โโWhat can I say? Irresistible.โโ โโShane, itโs not funny. I justโyou should be careful.โโ โโAlways am.โโ Which was an absolute lie. Shaneโs eyes fixed on hers, and she felt a burst of heat inside that crept up to burn in her cheeks. He smiled slowly. โโJealous?โโ โโMaybe.โโ โโNo reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.
Rachel CaineSeriously,โ Shane said, โthis kind of is the worst situation weโve ever been in, right?โ โSpeak for yourself,โ Michael said. โI got myself killed last year. Twice.โ โOh yeah. Youโre rightโlast year really sucked for you.
Rachel CaineAre you in the car that's almost caused three accidents on North Vance?" Hannah asked. "Because I'm following you with my lights flashing, and whoever's driving isn't pulling over." "Let him go," Claire said. "Trust me. You aren't going to get him to stop." "Oh, God. It's Myrnin, isn't it?" "Tell that police lady to stop chasing me," Myrnin said, annoyed, from the front seat. "Really, I'm not THAT bad at this.
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