I think so,โ she [Claire] said. โJust watch your back, okay?โ โNah, Michaelโs got mine.โ He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes. โIโve got yours.
Rachel CaineShe went back to Shane and settles in on his lap again, arm around his neck. His circled her waist. "I thought you had to go," he said. "And don't think i didn't see you kissing on my best friend." "He deserved it." "Yeah. Maybe i ought to kiss him, too." Michael, on his way out, didn't bother to turn around for that one. "Oh sure, you always promise.
Rachel Caineclaire:shes floating whats wrong with that shane:Nothing but she didnt even insult me now thats just wrong.it desturbs me.
Rachel CaineAre you armed?" Oliver asked her. She glanced down at her backpack and instantly, instinctively held back. "No." "Lie to me again and I'll put you out on the street and do this myself." Claire swallowed. "Uh, yeah." "With what?" "Silver-coated stakes, wooden stakes, a crossbow, about ten bolts . . . oh, and a squirt gun with some silver-nitrate solution." He smiled grimly at the dark windshield. "What, no grenade launchers?" "Would they work?" "I choose not to comment.
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.
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