Her eyes burned, her muscles ached, but in some strange and secret place, she was happy to finally be doing something that wasn't just protecting herself, but protecting other people, too.
Rachel CaineYou have not been sticking your dirty fingers in my sauce,โโ Eve said, and pointed her wooden spoon at him. He quickly took the finger out of his mouth. โโFirst off, theyโre not dirty. I licked them first.
Rachel CaineI knew weโd wear them down,โ Eve said. โAfter all, we really are amazingly cool.โ And now it was Eveโs turn for the high five with Shane. โFor a bunch of misfit geeks, slackers, and losers.โ Which one are you?โ Shane asked. She flipped him off. โOh, right. Loser. Thanks for reminding me.
Rachel CaineWhat's with the disco lights?" Michael said, rolling down the window between the driver's compartment and the back. Eve turned around, and her face brightened. "You like it? I thought it looked really cool. I saw it in a movie, you know, in a limo." "It's cool," Michael said, and smiled at her. She smiled back. "Can't wait to lie here and watch it with you." Claire said, "You don't have to wait; it's working now. Look--Oh. Never mind." She blushed, feeling stupid that she hadn't gotten that one in the first second. Eve winked at her.
Rachel CaineOkay, that really shouldn't have happened. And weโre not going to talk about that, right? Ever?โ โRight,โ she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. โNever happened.โ He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. โClaireโโ โI know.โ โLock the door,โ he said.
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