And then, little by little, the reality of what I had just done sank in: I had just killed my boyfriend’s dad!
Meg CabotStichwörter: the-mediator
My shoulders sagged. Really, is it too much to ask that I be able to come home from a long day of work and relax? Oh, no. I have to come home and read a bunch of letters written to the love of my life by his fiancée, who, if I am correct, had him killed a hundred and fifty years ago.
Then, as if that is not bad enough, he wants me to explain the Vietnam War.
Stichwörter: the-mediator
Sleepy pulled the car to a stop in front of this paved entranceway, which was flanked on either side by these enormous palm trees, kind of like the Polynesian Resort at Disney World. In fact, the whole place had kind of a Disney feel to it. You know, really big, and kind of modern and fake.
Meg CabotStichwörter: susannah-simon suze-simon the-mediator ninth-key
If you’re gonna have your head split open, it might as well be while you’re riding a wave, dude.
Meg CabotStichwörter: sleepy the-mediator jake-ackerman
But it’s there. Just because I haven’t told anyone doesn’t mean it isn’t there, all the time, lurking in the back of my mind, like one those NSync songs you can’t get out of your head.
Meg CabotStichwörter: susannah-simon jesse-de-silva the-mediator
I won’t tell you how I managed to break in, since I don’t want the authorities figuring out, but let’s just say that if you’re going to make a gate, make sure it reaches all the way to the ground.
Meg CabotStichwörter: shadowland susannah-simon the-mediator
We need to talk.”
“I’m just – Look,” I said, as he took a step toward me. “I’m just going to give Cee Cee a call and maybe we’ll go to the beach or something, because I really … I just need a day off.”Another step toward me. Now he was right in front of me.
“Especially,” I said significantly, looking up at him, “from talking. That’s what I especially need a day off from. Talking.”
“Fine,” he said. He reached up and cupped my face in both his hands. “We don’t have to talk.”And that’s when he kissed me. On the lips.
Stichwörter: susannah-simon jesse-de-silva the-mediator cee-cee
Susannah." My dance partner's breath was soft against my cheek. "Susannah...."
Yeah. In my dreams.
In real life, the voice calling my name wasn't a bit masculine. That's because it belonged to a twelve-year-old boy.
Stichwörter: susannah-simon the-mediator david-ackerman doc every-girl-s-dream
Jesse, who had not stirred the whole time from the spot he'd been standing, confident I could handle Cheryl myself, was grinning.
"It's every girl's dream to guy to go to prom with the guy she loves?" he echoed, not just one, but both inky black eyebrows raised.
"Don't start with me," I said. I tried to hide my suddenly flaming cheeks by scraping away what was left of the cannolis, and replacing them with the contents of an upended bag of chocolate chip cookies. "I have things to do.
Stichwörter: susannah-simon suze-simon jesse-de-silva the-mediator every-girl-s-dream
Do people in the twenty-first century still dance?"
My heart beat thundered in my ears, far louder than the slow music. "Um," I said, barely able to swallow, my throat had gone so dry. "Sometimes."
"How about now?" he asked.
And then his strong arms were encircling my waist, his breath soft against my cheek as he gently whispered my name: "Susannah. Susannah....
Stichwörter: susannah-simon suze-simon jesse-de-silva the-mediator every-girl-s-dream
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