“Oh, God," I said. "No, it's Dexter," he replied, offering me his hand, which I ignored. He glanced behind him, then back at me. "I'll see you soon," he said, and grinned at me. "Like hell," I replied,” — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“But you, fine sir." John Miller clapped Dexter on the shoulder, a bit unsteadily. "You have problems of your own." "This is true," Dexter replied, nodding. "The women," John Miller sighed. Dexter wiped a hand over his face, and glanced… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
