It doesn’t matter,” said Adrian, smiling. He rested a hand on my shoulder. “Some things are worth the trouble.
Richelle MeadAbe glanced at Rose. "You see that?" he said. "Now that's devotion." She rolled her eyes at him.
Richelle MeadWhat's going on?" I sat down on the bed and finished the last of the scone. "Bad things," she said mischievously. "You'll approve.
Richelle MeadHey, a guy can hope. I mean, it’s not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help.” “That’s true,” I said. “Maybe I can put a sign out front that says, ‘ATTENTION ALL GIRLS: FREE HELP HERE.’” “‘ATTENTION ALL HOT GIRLS,’” he corrected, straightening up. “Right,” I said, trying not to roll my eyes. “That’s an important distinction.” He pointed at me with the pool stick. “Speaking of hot, I like that uniform.” This time, I did roll my eyes.
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