Gee. What’s that puddle at Nik’s feet? Why, that’s Angie Santiago. She used to be an ice princess now she’s just a sopping mess.
Shelly LaurenstonWow,” the bobcat muttered from his desk. “Your sister’s right. Your legs really are skinny.”
Toni briefly thought about swiping all the cat’s crap off his desk, but that wasn’t something she’d do to anyone who wasn’t one of her siblings. But that was the beauty of being one of the Jean-Louis Parker clan . . . sometimes you didn’t have to do anything at all, because there was a sibling there to take care of it for you.
“It must be hard,” Kyle mused to the bobcat. “One of the superior cats. Revered and adored throughout history as far back as the ancient Egyptians. And yet here you sit. At a desk. A common drone. Taking orders from lowly canines and bears. Do your ancestors call to you from the great beyond, hissing their disappointment to you? Do they cry out in despair at where you’ve ended up despite such a lofty bloodline? Or does your hatred spring from the feline misery of always being alone? Skulking along, wishing you had a mate or a pack or pride to call your own? But all you have is you . . . and your pathetic job as a drone? Does it break your feline heart to be so . . . average? So common? So . . . human?”
Toni cringed, which helped her not laugh.
Smith shrugged and came over to Cella and Crush. Another shifter, a black bear, waited to lead them out, the security cameras conveniently and temporarily turned off.
“What did you really do to him?” Cella had to ask her.
“Nothin’.”
“Smith,” she said, stopping by the bear. “The man shit, pissed, and vomited after spending less than thirty minutes with you. There has to be a reason.”
“Got me. All I did was stare at him until he told me something I could use.”
The bear looked Smith over. “Did you stare at him with those eyes of yours?”
“I have my daddy’s eyes.”
“Annnnd, we now have our answer,” Cella announced before they made their way out of the maximum security prison and headed home.
Are you my daddy?”
Ricky Lee Reed, originally of Smithtown, Tennessee, and only replanted to New York City a few years back, gawked at the child who’d asked him the question for a mere moment before he turned his attention to the adult female who held the child.
He’d admit it wasn’t a question he expected to get, you know, ever. For a bunch of reasons, too, but mostly because he didn’t know this woman. He wasn’t one of those guys who nailed so many females he forgot their faces or names. So then . . . why was this child asking him this question? And even stranger, why was the female raising her brows and suddenly asking, “Well . . . are you?”
Wait. Wouldn’t she know? Shouldn’t she? Good Lord, this city.
Your charm makes me want to punch you in the nose.”
That made Ricky chuckle. “I’m not trying to piss you off, darlin’. Just trying to get you to give me a chance.”
“Why?” she had to ask. “I’m really not that interesting. I’m cute but not stunning. I’m not excessively tall. And sexually, I’m rather vanilla. So then what is it?”
Rickey decided to be honest with her. “I like your hair.”
She suddenly went tense. “You don’t have to be mean.”
“I’m not. I like curls. If we have sex, can I play with them?”
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.
It’s handwritten,” Freddy whispered.
“What is?”
He pointed at the sheets of paper
Coop held.
Glancing down, Coop shook his head.
“No, buddy. This is from a printer. It’s
been typed.”
“No. It hasn’t. Me, Denny, and the
twins watched him do it for like an hour.
He wrote out each one. By hand. We had
to leave when Zoe began to cry. She was
completely freaked out.” Freddy leaned
in a little bit more and again whispered,
“I think if she’d stayed any longer, she
would have stabbed him to death. And I
don’t think the rest of us would have
tried to stop her.
Tag: bo-novikov
Don’t threaten me with your eyebrows.
I’m not. I’m interrogating you with my one raised eyebrow. If I was threatening you, I’d use both eyebrows. Like this.
Zach glanced out the window to what had to be the quietest town he’d ever been in. “Big gang problem around here? Lots of cow jacking?”
“We have all sorts pass through our little town, thank you very much. Bikers. Cowboys. The always dangerous rodeo clowns.”
“Rodeo clowns?”
“Don’t ask.”
Zach shrugged. “I don’t want to know.”
“Any other condescending questions about my town?”
“Oh, I’m not being condescending. I’m very interested in your tiny little town, with its tiny little people. I bet you guys even have a movie theater.”
Sara barked out a laugh. “You certainly are a charmer.
Explain to me again how matricide is illegal in some states,” Sissy growled from behind him as he pulled her toward the enormous staircase.
“In all states. Plus, I think there are some moral restrictions around it, too.”
“That’s not fair. Clearly, these lawmakers haven’t met my mother.”
“I wouldn’t know. Besides, this is all so foreign to me,” he explained once they hit the top step.
“My mother loves me and would do anything for me, so I’ve never had a desire to kill her.” Light brown eyes abruptly narrowed.
“Throw that in my face again, and your sweet momma will be
nursing your mauled body back to health.”
“Sweet talker.
Conridge leaned across the table and touched Conall’s arm. “I wouldn’t worry.” She motioned toward her husband. “I stabbed him in the leg and set his Mercedes on fire before I agreed to marry him. She just needs time.”Conall frowned. “Uh…thank you?
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