Do you think she’ll shoot him?” Ian asked. “’Cause that would likely be bad for business.

I could perform ballet in combat boots more gracefully than that, George said. But then, so could an elephant, so that’s not really saying much, now is it?

Do not try to sidetrack me with sarcasm and a murder,” Joyce said. “Mom.

Nancy pursed her lips. “Men are stupid.” “Agreed!

There was no way she should find this domineering male thing he had going on attractive. And yet a tiny little feminine part of her swooned, which made the liberated woman inside of her vomit.

You know the rule.” “Not before coffee,” Gracie and Maddie said together. “What’s not before coffee?” Zach asked. “Life,” Jessie said.

What time did you finally put the book down last night?” Lindsey glanced at the floor, where the book she’d been reading had landed when she’d fallen asleep. “One thirty, maybe two.” “In the morning?” Sully asked. He ran a hand through his reddish brown hair, making the curly waves stand on end. “I was suffering from OMC syndrome,” she said. “OMC, is that some sort of insomnia?” “Sort of. It stands for one more chapter.” “Book nerd,” Sully teased.

It was the cut direct, like something out of a Georgette Heyer novel.

She blew out a breath. “I don’t know what I’m feeling. Should it be this complicated?” “It isn’t,” he said, “if you’re brave enough to look down deep.

The books in the tote bag banged against her side as she pushed her bike, bringing her back to the present. The weight of the books grounded her, giving her careening emotions purchase with their heft and substance.