“Why the fruit?” I asked. I may as well be frank. He was being weird. “Are you saying I eat too much junk?” He grunted and rolled his eyes. “Is it a Russian thing? You’re going to have to explain… — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“opened the door. He was leaning with his arm up on the frame, and his other hand on his hip. The way he was… — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“So how about this,” he said, focusing on the pan. “The next time we get the chance, you” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“She fell over," Nathan said. "Yeah," Gabriel said. "I thought fainted all graceful. She just crashed” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“I looked back at Corey, sharing a glance with him. Corey smiled and lifted his hands up in a have-no-idea way. Russians are complicated.” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“I am not your doormat to lay out your problems on and then vanish without a word.” “Huh?” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“Will you stop being cute? Your nose is smudging the window. My god, you’re worse than a puppy,” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“Avoiding heartbreak by never giving out my heart was the best solution.” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
