Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether Iโd get past the bra this time. So far, I hadnโt.
Richelle MeadAnd than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.
Richelle MeadHe smiled and tapped my nose. "Two thank-yous in as many days. I don't suppose I'll get to see any, uh, special gratitude?" I scoffed. "Nope. You'll just have to imagine it." He gave me a half-hug and released me. "Fair enough. But I have a good imagination.
Richelle MeadAs Iโd observed, it was clear that Rose was willing to do anything and fight anyone to protect her friend. I admired thatโI admired that a lotโbut it didnโt stop me from striking out to block her.
Richelle MeadFor a moment, I was captivated as I studied them side by side. My mother: the perfect picture of guardian excellence and decorum. My father: always capable of achieving his goals, no matter how twisted the means. Uneasily, I began to understand how Iโd inherited my bizarre personality.
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