Claire. 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.
Rachel CaineIt is a natural stronghold for themโthey can infest this maze of iron and water like a horde of starving cockroaches, and theyโll be just as hard to anticipate and to kill in such close quarters.โ โWow,โ Shane said. โYou really know how to drum up team spirit. Did you print up Team Total Fail jerseys, too?โ Myrnin gave him an entirely crazy smile. โWould you be surprised if I had?
Rachel CaineClaire said. โI might be able to get him to stop.โ โWho, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off,โ Shane said. โI kind of worry.โ She couldnโt help but smile. โYeah?โ โA little bit.โ โThatโs โฆnice.โ He studied her, and returned the smile. โYeah,โ he said. โKind of is, actually.
Rachel CaineBryn ate her bagel in silence, and by the time she was finished, Liam had already neatly packed her overnight bag and loaded it in MacAllister's car. He even included a new dog bed for Mr. French to travel in confort. Lunch was in moducal little boxes. "I think he is Alfred." "Actually, I often wonder if he's Batman.
Rachel CaineShe looked back to see Sam standing there at the edge of the strip of sunlight inside Common Grounds, staring after her with an expression on his face like he'd lost his best- his only friend.
Rachel CaineHere," Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. "Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone." He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. "I'll be your hands." She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.
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