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“Now that you say it.” She cocks her head to the side, eyes roaming my length. “I wouldn’t mind knowing what you look like on your knees, Shay.” “Indy, please.” “This is ridiculous. We can talk about it when you get home.”  “Perfect. Great. All I’m asking for is one night.”  “Go get me your key so I can go crash in my new expensive bed.” “What an amazing guy to buy you a bed. Probably makes you want to return a favor. He seems like a wonderful person.” Indy rolls her eyes. “He’s on my shit list at the moment.”
― Liz Tomforde, The Right Move

“It’s locked.”
― Freida McFadden, The Housemaid

“So how did the playbill get on the nightstand? I definitely didn’t take it out. I’m sure of it. Someone else must’ve put it there. I locked the door to the room, but I’m not the only one here who has the key.”
― Freida McFadden, The Housemaid

“No, I’m not hitting that. And neither are any of you. Stop looking at her or she’ll be the last thing you ever fucking see.”  “Ooooh. Protective Shay is here, and his sister is nowhere to be found. Someone write this date down. History is being made, people. Ryan Shay gives a fuck about someone other than Stevie and something other than basketball.”
― Liz Tomforde, The Right Move