And she remembered the way he had gone from total control to utter disaster with the flip of a switch, like watching an intricate glass sculpture shatter into a thousand pieces—only to pull together again until you could barely see the seams.
Brigid KemmererHe moved like a jungle cat, all purposeful, calculated motion—wrapped up in fluid grace.
Brigid KemmererHunter leaned close. "Just to be clear: I'd know exactly what to do if you threw yourself at me."
Then he was in his car, starting the ignition, leaving her in the parking lot, nothing more than a melted puddle of hot, bothered, and seriously pissed off.
Be a shadow, Hunter. Can you be a shadow? It was one of the first things he'd learned from his father.
He's been six.
I went by the house. Tried to work things out with my mom."
"You know I've got three younger brothers, right?"
Hunter frowned. "What?"
"It means I've got a pretty finely tuned bullshit detector.
I also told Nick she's a player, and I'm not interested."
Becca smiled a little ruefully. "I believe that."
Hunter frowned. "What does that mean?"
"It means I've listened to her hit on every guy on the porch.I'm surprised she's not mounting Casper.
When Chris was ten, we pushed him down the stairs. This was twice as entertaining.
Brigid KemmererGod! She was tempted to take a picture of her middle finger and send it back. Her fingers flew across the screen. Heading to first period. Maybe you can do something more useful than texting me.
Brigid KemmererIf we take out one, we have to take out all. We can't risk collateral damage."
"Say 'collateral damage' again. That sounded sexy.
Before their final trip, Hunter's father had imparted one last lesson, and death had made it stick: Use them before they use you.
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