Something dropped on her shoulder, but even as she screamed, her heart stopping midbeat, the next oncoming branch swept the tarantula away. Aww! Ick! She manically brushed her shoulder with her free h...
She wasn't entirely sure if she was being rescued or kidnapped.
I hope we'll be friends." His grin was pure sin.... She stuck with the truth. "I hope we won't be enemies.
If we were in a spreadsheet, we'd be in different columns." She'd be under uptight/nerdy/homely girls, and he'd be under badass men with bodies of..um..Navy SEALS. He grunted. "Just so you know, I hat...
She sighed. "You're not without fault, but you're not rotten. Although you're very disorderly. You're pigheaded, cocky beyond bearing, arrogant." She stopped when she realized she'd just said the same...
His voice still had the rasp of desire as he asked, "If I disappear, will you come and find me?
She blinked at him, mouth open. "Do you really think it's wise to insult a woman who's holdin' a needle this far away? - she held her fingers an inch apart - "From your Grand Master of Ceremonies?
You're not horribly terrible." He shook his head at her. "You say the nicest things." He held her gaze for a moment. "You're not trying to get into my pants, are you?
I can't find the words." She stared daggers at him. "Don't hurt yourself trying.
She growled. He gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy.
Flash fire." She turned her head as far as she could, trying to look at him. "I don't know what that means." He shifted on the branch. "First time I was on a submarine, we had a flash fire. It's a com...
What anger wants, it buys at the price of soul.
Where did you grow up?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Who says I've grown up?
Ah, you're warming up to me. You know what comes next." "Bitter disappointment?" she deadpanned.
She had the soft presence of a fish hook in the eye.
No matter what her father wanted, no way was Clara going to partner up with Light Walker. He'd suggested a tarantula for a snack, for heaven's sake. The were never, ever, ever going to work together.
Outrage steamed her brain. "I've waited three days... Do you know what day it is?" He gave a one-sided shrug, his massive shoulder muscles shifting. "Who has time to check the calendar when people are...
Busted," she said. "You pretend to be all rough and tough, but on the inside you're a big softie." "I guarantee you there is nothing soft---
She put her hands on her hips. "You're not human." "Neither are you." "I beg your pardon?" "Ethereal comes to mind.
His dimples should come with an advisory label: Will cause hearts to flutter and panties to spontaneously combust.
