How?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?" "When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink." This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. "What did you order?" "A martini." "A martini." I lifted my head. "You ordered a martini before a job interview." "It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.
Richelle MeadFrustration filled his features. "Rose I've done a lot of bad things, most of which I can never fix or find redemption for. My only choice now, if I want to reclaim my life, is to go forward, stopping evil and doing what's right. And what is NOT right is taking a woman from another man, a man I like and respect. I'll steal cars. I'll break into houses. But there are lines I WILL not cross, no matter what Iโ
Richelle MeadThe love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd moved on.
Richelle MeadWell, you can think what you want, so long as you remember - no matter how ordinary things seem between us - I'm still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy, evil or otherwise, ever will.
Richelle MeadIf I was drunk, I wouldnโt be here at all. And really, this is pretty good for four White Russians.โ โWhite what?โ I almost sat down but was afraid the chair might dematerialize beneath me. โItโs a drink,โ he said. โYouโd think I wouldnโt be into something named thatโyou know, considering my own personal experience with Russians. But theyโre surprisingly delicious. The drinks, not real Russians.
Richelle Mead