Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine.
"Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!"
"Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.
Stichwörter: humor tory cooper tory-brennan whitney-dubois
We caught him," I said. "Thats the fun part." For us, at least. I doubt the fish would agree.
Kathy ReichsStichwörter: fishing tory tory-brennan
Most Bolton students were scions of the city's wealthiest families. My crewe stuck out like hooker at church. We werent part of their pampered, priveliged world, and many of our classmates were quick to remind us of that fact. Taunting the "boat kids" was practically a varsity sport.
Kathy ReichsStichwörter: tory tory-brennan bolton-prep
Im studying jerkoffs in the wild," Ben answered dryly. "This seemed like a good chance to view one up close.
Kathy ReichsJason shot to his feet, nostrils flaring. Ben stopped dead.
The cafeteria went still. Everyone watched the boys square off.
"Im not a violent person, Blue." Jason bit off the words. "But Ive had enough of your mouth. Ill kick your ass right here."
Ben's jaw tightened. "You think so, rich boy?"
"You heard me." A vein was bulging in Jason's neck.
Ben's breathing quickened. The tiniest spark of gold flickered in his irises.
My stomach backflipped.
Oh my God! He's going to flare!
"Get him out of here!" I hissed at Shelton and Hi. "Hurry!"
Recognizing the danger, Hi jumped to his feet, planted both hands on Ben's chest and pushed him towards the door, whispering, "Use your head, use your head, use your head!"
Ben tried to hold his ground, but Shelton joined the effort. "Get it together! People are watching. Dont lose control!"
Slowly, the duo managed to back Ben away, but his glare never strayed from Jason. At the exit, Ben shrugged free, and stalked down the hall alone.
I took my first breath since Jason stood.
Crisis averted, but only barely.
Hey, check this weirdo out." Hi was inspecting a bust on the mantel. "This face is ninety percent eyebrow. What do you want to bet he owned slaves?"
Scowling to match the carving's expression, Hi spoke in a gravelly voice. "In my day, we ate the poor people. We had a giant outdoor grill, and we cooked up peasant steaks every Sunday."
Stichwörter: humor funny poor-people code hi kathy-reichs
Remember, I might be the wind, but you control the kite.
Kathy ReichsHe looked like a man on his way to a prostate exam.
Kathy ReichsStichwörter: humor
I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset.
Kathy ReichsStichwörter: broken-heart
I needed him here like I needed a yeast infection.
Kathy ReichsStichwörter: humor
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