Sydney, I'm so happy to see you again. If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know. And you must be Neil." "Your majesty." Neil swept her a bow so low that his forehead touched the ground. Above him, Adrian rolled his eyes. "Easy there, Lancelot," Adrian said. "I don't think bowing is required when she's in jeans and bunny slippers.
Richelle MeadThere was a look of woe on his face that was almost comical. Raids, bullets, criminals...no problem. A missing duster? Crisis.
Richelle MeadWhat am I supposed to do with a wool coat? Especially here in Palm Springs?โ โSleep with it,โ he suggested. โThink of me.
Richelle MeadAvery worries about her, too, so Lissa's in good hands. Avery's pretty amazing." I gave him a scathing look. "Amazing? Do you like her or something?" I hadn't forgotten Avery's comment about leaving the door unlocked for him. "Of course I like her. She's a great person." "No, I mean like. Not like." "Oh, I see," he said, rolling his eyes. "We're dealing with elementary school definitions of 'like'.
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