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efa945a
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"Do you have a girlfriend?" Grandma Frida asked. I put my hand over my face. "No," Mad Rogan said. "A boyfriend?" Grandma Frida asked. "No." "What about . . ." "No," Mom and I said in unison. "But you don't even know what I wanted to ask!" "No," we said again together. "Party poopers." Grandma shrugged."
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mad-rogan
nevada-baylor
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Ilona Andrews |
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e8b4866
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"He hung up and glanced at me. "I'm sorry, I have to take care of business. It can't wait, but I'll keep it short." "Not a problem. I'll busy myself with being seen and tossing my hair. Would you like me to twirl it on my finger while biting my lip?" "Could you?" "No, sorry." I grinned at him"
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hidden-legacy
mad-rogan
nevada-baylor
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Ilona Andrews |
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afdbe74
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"So, are we still on tonight? For our dinner?" I asked. "Hell, yes. We're on for tonight. We're on for tomorrow. We're on for the foreseeable future." ." --
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hidden-legacy
mad-rogan
nevada-baylor
wildfire
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Ilona Andrews |
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c802573
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If you prefer, I can acquire a windowless creeper van, and we can huddle in it and eat greasy take out.
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mad-rogan
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Ilona Andrews |
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eff77df
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"How do we get out of this circle?" I asked him. "We kill him," he said. "Good. Let's kill him and go home." "I thought you'd never ask."
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mad-rogan
nevada-baylor
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Ilona Andrews |
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8f75c02
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"How can it not exist? What does that--" A tiny grey body shot in front of the Land Rover. "Squirrel!" Mad Rogan swerved to the side, trying to avoid the suicidal beast. The SUV hit a curb and jumped. For a terrifying second, we almost flew, weightless. My heart leaped into my throat. The heavy vehicle landed back on the pavement with a thud. The squirrel leapt into the grass on the other side. I remembered to breathe. "Thank you for not killing the squirrel." "You're welcome, although now I want to go back and strangle it."
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squirrel
mad-rogan
nevada-baylor
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Ilona Andrews |
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70a1831
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"He chuckled into my hair. My body decided this would be a fine moment to remember that his body was wrapped around mine and his body was muscular, hard, and hot, and my butt was pressed against his groin. Cuddled up by a dragon. No, thank you. Let me off this train. "If you keep wiggling, things might get uncomfortable," he said into my ear, his voice like a caress. "I'm doing my best, but thinking about baseball only takes you so far."
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mad-rogan
nevada-baylor
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Ilona Andrews |
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42f041c
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"So, are we still on tonight? For our dinner?" I asked. "Hell, yes. We're on for tonight. We're on for tomorrow. We're on for the foreseeable future." --
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hidden-legacy
mad-rogan
nevada-baylor
wildfire
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Ilona Andrews |