“Ian Kabra had charm, wealth, and stunning good looks. But he couldn't move one stubborn cow out of the middle of the road.” — Riley Clifford Copy Share Image
“Ian Kabra had charm, wealth, and stunning good looks. But he couldn't move one stubborn cow out of the middle of the road.” — Riley Clifford Copy Share Image
“I'm going to hang up now," she said quietly. "Fine." "Good-bye, Ian," she said. He paused again. She thought she heard something like a sniff or a choke, but it was probably the sound of him tearing up his plane ticket. "Good-bye, Amy." She hung up the phone: Dan and Nellie were quiet. "Well, think about it," said Dan. "Did… — Riley Clifford Copy Share
“Hi!" she said, a bit louder than she meant to. Ian raised one eyebrow and Amy felt the beginnings of a blush. She started to give Ian a hug, but he had already bent forward to kiss her on the cheek. Her sudden movement three him off, and they ended up bumping foreheads. "Sorry," Amy said, turning away so Ian… — Riley Clifford Copy Share
“I'm throwing out this bottle rocket." "No, wait!" Dan said, reaching for it. "It hasn't been set off yet. Don't waste it, Amy. And we don't have company coming—we have Ian Kabra coming. And I know you want to totally impress him and take him to the movies and stare dreamily into his eyes—" "I do not," Amy said, too… — Riley Clifford Copy Share
“Dorms?" Amy heard Natalie call from behind her. "You're joking, right?" "Don't worry," Hamilton said as he raced ahead, carrying both his and Natalie's suitcases. "Madison doesn't sleepwalk anymore." "Bring that back!" Natalie shouted as she ran after him. "I'm going to stay at the Ritz-Carlton!" "Is that where they make the crackers?" Madison asked. "I'm coming, too!” — Riley Clifford Copy Share
“Dan opened the Zippo and lit the fuse. It hissed for half a seconds, then the rocket shot screaming away. Crack! "Over there!" One… — Riley Clifford Copy Share Image
“There stood Dan alone, with a ninja mask pulled over his face. Fifteen hissing bottle rockets were pointed right them. "Screaming bottle of death-jutsu!"… — Riley Clifford Copy Share Image
“Whoa," Madison whistled, craning her neck to examine the chandelier. "This is even fancier than Red Lobster," Reagan said in awe. "Look at this… — Riley Clifford Copy Share Image
“Where'd you get that lighter?" she demanded. "Frida," Dan said, closing it. "She left it behind. Remember how she was always talking about outdoorsy… — Riley Clifford Copy Share Image
“He looked back at the mirror. "I know it's completely ridiculous, but I can't keep quiet about it any longer. Your closet looks like… — Riley Clifford Copy Share Image
“Ouch!" Amy yelped, causing Hamilton to release her. "Sorry," she said, smiling as she rubbed her shoulder. "I'm just a little sore." Madison nodded… — Riley Clifford Copy Share Image
“Ninja Assasins Incorporated, Dan Cahill speaking. Who would you like offed today?” — Riley Clifford Copy Share Image
