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Finally, a bit of luck. Rat bastard,' I hissed down at Montmartre. 'Mangy dog of a scurvy goat.' 'That doesn't even make sense,' Isabeau murmured. 'Feels good though. Try it.' She narrowed her eyes at the top of Montmartre's perfectly groomed hair. 'Balding donkey's ass.' 'Nice.' 'Sniveling flea-bitten rabid monkey droppings.' 'Clearly, you're a natural.
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logan
swearing
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Alyxandra Harvey |
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c51beec
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Logan?' 'Yes?' I pulled my clothes back on even though the fabric stuck to my wounds. So much for trying to keep them clean. 'How did you know it wasn't really me?' 'Are you kidding? Your eyeballs could be on fire and you wouldn't bat your lashes at me like that.
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logan
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Alyxandra Harvey |
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84cd17d
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Very possibly this was the night my white-knight complex, as Solange put it, would get me killed. Someone had better write a poem about it. It was only fair.
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poem
logan
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Alyxandra Harvey |
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7bce7dd
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"He ... loves her. Well, he's crushing on her anyway." I didn't know the term but I understood its meaning well enough. I sighed. "I thought she'd be smarter." He raised his eyebrows. "She's plenty smart." He looked thoughtful. "You don't believe in love then?" "No." I wanted to look away, couldn't. "I don't know."
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logan
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Alyxandra Harvey |
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13955e4
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Some women just aren't cut out to be mothers, and unfortunately it had taken Susanna three kids to realize she was one of them.
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reality
susanna
logan
mothers
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Kelley Armstrong |
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e44ac3e
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"There's always a 'but' when it comes to jobs. Like, I love my job but my colleagues are first-rate, but...a couple of them like to dress like superheroes on the weekend and I can't help but wonder if they're nuts." - Logan"
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the-lucky-one
logan
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Nicholas Sparks |
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803df87
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He does kiss like a pirate though, I was able to re-affirm that.
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kiss
logan
pirate
skye-o-brien
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Lora Leigh |
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ba2c2dc
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"If you're looking for fast driving there's a dragway in the southwestern part of the county. It opens next week." "Do you race there?" he asks. "Yes." And I plan on spending a lot of time there over the next six weeks. "Isaiah." Beth attempts to step in between us, but Logan angles himself so that she can't. "That's not why I brought him here." An insane glint strikes the guy's eyes and all of a sudden, I feel a connection to him. A twitch of his lips shows he might be my kind of crazy. "How fast do the cars there go?" "Some guys hit speeds of 120 mph in an eighth mile." "No!" Beth stomps her foot. "No. I promised Ryan nothing crazy would happen. Logan, this is not why I brought you here." "Have you hit those speeds?" He swats his hand at Beth as if she's a fly, earning my respect. Most guys would be terrified of having their balls ripped off and handed to them for dismissing Beth like that. "Not driving my car, I haven't," I answer honestly. But I hope to with Rachel's car, and with mine, after a few modifications. "Speed can be bought. Just depends on how much you want to spend." Logan offers his hand. "I'm Logan." "Isaiah," I say as we shake. "Shit," mumbles Beth."
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isaiah
logan
speed
shit
car
race
no
crazy
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Katie McGarry |