“Thankfully, Gabriel was five minutes late, and by the time he knocked on the door I’d just finished putting on lipstick and… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“Well, I can feel superior for my good deed.” I flashed him a smile. “How’s that for a selfish reason?” — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“Were Gabriel and I going to fall in love? Be together forever? Live our lives happily as soul mates? Who the hell… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“You know where you can shove your joke. Just get me a new drink and try not to include and of your STD-laced body… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“You can date every girl in town as far as I’m concerned. I hate you. I pray every night that you’ll fall victim to… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“She’d probably slap me upside the head and say some variation of 'Hey, Future Clare, wtf?” — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“Then, suddenly, a shadowy flash came to me. Tiffany, taking an order, arguing with a girl. Shockingly, not me. Another flash, of Detective Toscano… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“I hate procrastinating, so much so that I often do my homework on Friday so it won’t be hanging over my head all weekend… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“What are you doing?” I dropped the dress and whirled around. Stephen stood in the doorway of the closet, looking at me steadily. “Nothing,”… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“Mr. Bingham said, “Hey, you guys are supposedly psychic. Why didn’t you see that coming and warn the girl?” Mom sighed. “Again, we don’t… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“Please, someone tell me I wouldn‘t be that annoying if I had girlfriends.” — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“This wasn’t the time or place for it, so I hid it away in a little drawer in the back of my mind, marked… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“I pray every night that you'll fall victim to some strange and unusual castration accident.” — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
