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219 pages, ebook
First published April 3, 2012
I sniffed the air and sighed. Blueberry coffee. Yum. I stared longingly at the steam rising in the air hoping he’d get the hint, hoping I’d live long enough to drink coffee again. Then he went one step too far. He pulled a cream puff from the fridge. Kill me now. I couldn’t stand any more torture. He sat in the chair, crossed his legs, and sipped his coffee. I studied the chipped white paint on the walls. I’d been meaning to drop a few pounds anyway.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and my eyes wandered over to him. As he bit into the flaky pastry and licked frosting off his upper lip, his eyes raked over my body. My heart rate spiked. Jiminy crickets, he was spying on my family and could kill me at any time. How could he look at me like he wanted to kiss me? Or was that the look of I’m-about-to-murder-you-and-dump-your-body-in-a-river? I couldn’t tell. But I needed to use it to my advantage.
“You’re quite cute when you blush. What’s wrong?” he asked, with a sly grin.
“He talks. Amazing,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
I hated lies. And the number one reason to hate him was that he’d lied to me from the very start. Number two? He was eating a cream puff and I wasn’t.