“ Do you have someone in mind, Galen?" Toraf asks, popping a shrimp into his mouth. "Is it someone I know?" "Shut up, Toraf," Galen growls. He closes his eyes, massages his temples. This could have gone a lot better in so many ways. "Oh," Toraf says. "It must be someone I know, then." "Toraf, I swear by Triton's trident-"… — Anna Banks Copy Share
“They know we're here." He turns to Galen. "What do you think?" Galen scratches the back of his neck. "It's a trap." Toraf rolls his eyes. "Oh, you think so?" He shakes his head. "I'm asking if you think Musa is in on it." Galen is not very familiar with Musa. He's only talked to her a handful of times,… — Anna Banks Copy Share
“Are you sure you don't remember? Your mind seems to be working just fine to me." "You know what? Just forget it. Whatever it was, I forgive you. Give me my backpack so I can go back to the office. We're about to get busted anyway, just standing here." "If you really do forgive me, then you wouldn't still be… — Anna Banks Copy Share
“Dating yes. But she thinks we're, uh, more than dating." "Oh," he says, thoughtful. Then he grins. " Oh. " The reason her lips are turning his favorite color is because Emma's mom thinks they've been dating and mating. The blush extends down her neck and disappears into her T-shirt. He should probably say something to make her feel more… — Anna Banks Copy Share
“The metal frame groans, and something under the hood lets out a mechanical hiss. Smoke billows up from the front, the universal… — Anna Banks Copy Share Image
“I won't meet his glare. "I guess I didn't care." Telling him I meant to murder his sister probably wouldn't go over very well. It would definitely cancel out the Hallmark vote. "Unacceptable. Don't ever risk your life like that again, do you understand?" I snort, sending little air bubbles dancing upward. "Hey, you know what else I don't care… — Anna Banks Copy Share
“He'd live on land and eat cheesecake for the rest of his life before that happened.” — Anna Banks Copy Share Image
“The two-man crew of the patrol boat does not speak English. Rachel exploits this as best she can, while still dumping life jackets in… — Anna Banks Copy Share Image
“When it passes us, the driver tips his cap our way, eying us as if he thinks we're up to no good-the kind of… — Anna Banks Copy Share Image
“Taking both of my hands, he pulls me into the tide. Salt water deepens the lavender satin of my gown to almost black. The… — Anna Banks Copy Share Image
“But I'm pretty sure Mom won't consent to a field trip across the country with my hot boyfriend. Especially not back to Florida." I clamp my mouth shut so fast my teeth should be chipped. He grins. "You think I'm hot?" "My mom thinks you are." Except, Mom's not the one blushing right now. "Hmm," he says, giving me a… — Anna Banks Copy Share
“Nice shack," I tell him. "Trade you." "Any day." "Really? You like it?" He seems genuinely pleased. "What's not to like?" He stands back… — Anna Banks Copy Share Image
“And then what?” she says, pulling her hand from Grom’s grasp. “Then Grom will mate with Mom and live happily ever after twenty thousand… — Anna Banks Copy Share Image
“She needs to think you're still a couple. And you'll need to be convincing about it, too. Lots of kissing and stuff in case your mother tries to spy on you." Emma stops chewing. Galen drops his fork. "Uh, I don't think we need to take it that far-" Emma starts. "Oh, no? Teenagers don't kiss their sweethearts anymore?" Rachel… — Anna Banks Copy Share
“As soon as she releases me, Galen grabs my hand and I don’t even have time to gasp before he snatches me to the surface and pulls me toward shore, only pausing to dislodge his pair of swimming trunks from under his favorite rock, where he had just moments before taken the time to hide them. I know the routine… — Anna Banks Copy Share
“After all, her motto is "Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.” — Anna Banks Copy Share Image
“I’ve never skydived, bungee-jumped, or parasailed. As I remove the headset, I try to calculate the fall and can’t. Maybe my brain is protecting… — Anna Banks Copy Share Image
