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Shannon
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“I write romance all day long. What I need is a man who isn’t going to throw a temper tantrum every time I do something he doesn’t appreciate.” “I’ll keep the temper tantrums to a minimum as long as you communicate better.” “I cannot believe you of all people think I’m bad at communicating,” she complained. “Imagine how much worse you are at it for me to be the one to say something.” “Fine.
— 7 hours, 27 min ago
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Shannon
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“Oh, like we weren’t dating? I suppose this was just Bronson Vanderbeek holding the door for you at the bookstore. He doesn’t even read, Hazel. And how about…” He showed me the screen of his phone, scrolling through photos of me smiling at other men. My mouth fell open as I realized what had happened. I’d been Weekend at Bernied by the entire town. “Garland!” I barked.
— 1 hour, 54 min ago
Shannon
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“No more dating. I’m going to get a cat.” “What will your raccoon say about that?” “Come on,” I said, climbing to my feet and offering her my hand. “Where are we going?” “You’re helping me pack my laptop and driving me to the lodge. I can’t write here. Not worrying he might show up at any minute.” “That’s the spirit! I already stocked up on soda, cheese curls, and ice cream,” Zoey said
— 2 hours, 16 min ago
Shannon
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I uncapped her beer and handed it back to her. “Baby, we all knew this was a long shot. The first step in a very long fight. The first event was always going to be a shit show. But you know what did work?” She pouted down at her beer. “What?” “We did.” “We did what?” “We worked together. The whole town. And that’s all because of you.”
— 4 hours, 6 min ago
Shannon
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“Quick. What are old folks into? I’m willing to traffic in stereotypes for the sake of brevity,” I said. Everyone turned to look at Erleen. “Well, I’m always cold even when it’s hot,” she said. “Eating dinner early,” Zoey suggested. “Driving too fucking slow,” Cam added. “Present company excluded. You drive like a bat out of hell powered by nitrous.” Erleen winked saucily at him.
— 4 hours, 16 min ago
Shannon
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I wiggled my hips suggestively under him and reveled when his eyes went dark. “You’re insatiable,” he said, brushing my bangs back from my face. “You’re the one with the power tool between his legs.” He rolled his eyes. “I can tell you’re tired. Your penis descriptions start to go downhill.” “Descriptions, yes. But my appreciation of said penis never flags.”
— 6 hours, 53 min ago
Shannon
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I leaned into her, wrapping her ponytail around my fist and tugging until she looked up at me. “Hazel.” “Yes, jackass?” God, I wanted to kiss that smart mouth. “I like what we’ve got going on here, and I don’t want to share.” “I’m not some toy or dumb action figure.” I gave her a wicked look. “I’m aware. I’m not locking you up. I’m locking you down. For exclusive fucking.”
— 7 hours, 4 min ago
Shannon
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While I was admiring her, she was looking at me like I was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Damn. Hazel Hart was beautiful when she was mad. Lucky for me, I seemed to have an uncanny knack for getting her there.
— 7 hours, 11 min ago
Shannon
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“I need more books,” she observed as I sliced a blade through the next-to-last box, cutting it down for recycling. Her collection was respectable but nowhere near big enough to fill the shelves. Mine would have done it. Not that I was thinking about mingling my library with hers.
— 8 hours, 17 min ago
Shannon
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“But I feel kind of bad skipping off to have sex—if that’s what tile samples is a euphemism for—when the town is on the verge of bankruptcy.” “First of all, I’m not skipping anywhere. Second, life’s uncertain. Have sex first.” “An interesting life philosophy. I bet you can’t skip.” “I bet I can do other more interesting things.” “I’ll be the judge of that,” she decided smugly.
— 8 hours, 31 min ago
Shannon
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Like any respectable woman, all thoughts of sex temporarily left my head when we walked into the private dining room and the smell of fresh bread hit me in the olfactory sensors.
— 9 hours, 28 min ago
