I . . . hit him . . . elsewhere.โ โWhere?โ โIn his . . .In his inguine.โ โOh, dear God.โ It was unclear whether Ralstonโs words were meant as prayer or blasphemy. What was clear was that the woman was a gladiator. โHe called me a pie!โ she announced, defensively. There was a pause. โWait. Thatโs not right.โ โA tart?โ โYes! Thatโs it!โ She registered her brotherโs fists and looked to Simon. โI see that it is not a compliment.โ โNo. It is not.
Sarah MacLeanTemptation turns you. It makes you into something you never dreamed, it presses you to give up everything you ever loved, it calls you to sell your soul for one, fleeting moment.
Sarah MacLeanWhat do you think of this" he asked, indicating the painting nearby. She gave him an odd look. "I think it's an enormous painting of a dog." He made a show of considering the picture and nodded seriously. "An astute observation.
Sarah MacLeanShe winced, knowing what was to come, "Calpurnia." She closed her eyes again, embarrassed by the extravagant name - a name with which no one but a helplessly romantic mother with an unhealthy obsession with Shakespeare would have considered saddling a child.
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