Any chance of getting something sweet to go with my coffee?” [Finn] asked in a hopeful voice.
I arched an eyebrow at him. “You mean all those pieces of strawberry pie that you ate for lunch weren't enough?”
“I’m a growing boy,” Finn said in a sincere tone. “I need my vitamins.”
Bria snorted. “The only thing that’s growing on you, Lane, is your ego.”
Finn sidled up to my sister and gave her a dazzling smile. “Well, other things of mine also tend to swell up in your presence, detective.
Better be careful talking about how good my cooking is. Roslyn might get jealous.”
The vampire madam let out a soft laugh. “Oh, I’ll freely admit that your cooking is much better than mine, Gin. But I have certain skills you don’t, especially in the bedroom. I think that Xavier far prefers those, even over a plate of the Pork Pit’s best barbecue.”
Roslyn gave Xavier a sly look, and the giant’s grin widened.
“Well played, Roslyn,” I murmured. “Well played.
The people I've killed over the years, yeah I did most of them for the money. Because being an assassin was a job and one that I was good at. But the biggies, all the folks I've taken on in recent months......they've all practice for you bitch.
Jennifer EstepMots clés gin-blanco spider-s-revenge
I'm crazy about you, Spartan.
Jennifer EstepFinn had finished his coffee run and was strolling back down the hallway, a mug of his steaming chicory brew in his left hand. He saw Vinnie heading toward him, sighed, and reached around behind his back with his right hand. Finn came up with a gun, which he leveled at Vinnie’s head.
The Ice elemental froze in the doorway.
“Why don’t you be a good boy, Vinnie, and go sit down,” Finn said in a pleasant voice before taking a sip of his coffee. His eyes never left the other man, and his gun never wavered. Finn could be a bad-ass when he had to, just like me.
I know that look. What are you up to, Gwen?"
"What makes you think I'm up to something?"
The Valkyrie snorted. "You're breathing, aren't you?
Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.
Jennifer EstepWhat was it with people always trying to kill me in the library? Nickamedes so needed to put up warning signs. Danger: Working here could be hazardous to your health.
Jennifer EstepNo matter what happens, I'll always come back to you."
"Promise?" I asked in a shaky voice.
Logan's eyes burned with icy determination. "Promise.
Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.
Jennifer EstepMots clés art abstract-art
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