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Bite Club (The Morganville Vampires #10) Lord John And The Hand Of Devils (Lord John Grey #1.5)

I stared at Autumn standing in the living room with the security guys. She looked flushed and harried, and there was a large suitcase beside her.

We finished our plates, and Logan began to load the dishwasher. I needed to bet him more often.I wanted to ask before I forget, Logan said, still focusing on his task. My mother’s having a party next Saturday, and I’d love for you to come and meet my family.

Starless Night (Legacy of the Drow #2)

As in my mother and my brother, Lawrence, as well as his wife and their son Charlie.I took a large gulp of water to give myself time to think it over. Was I ready to meet his mother?It would mean a lot to me. I want them to finally meet you—know you. They’ll love you as much as I do.

Shattered (Slated #3)

All right, I answered, not needing any more convincing.You’ll come? He turned around, a dirty plate in his hand and still looking gorgeous but also relieved. Had he honestly thought I’d say no?

Great. He turned back, finished putting the last plate in, then dried his hands. We’ll drive up Saturday morning. Make sure to pack an extra set of clothes and some modest pajamas.

Yes, we’re staying overnight. Much like I am here tonight, where I can spend my time with you… He drew me into his arms and kissed me once. Hold you... He kissed me again. Get lost inside you.She growls low and pushes again.

Mister! I change my approach and turn to the wild-eyed fellow. Get the kids. We can make it if we hurry. I’ll leave my bike and show you the way. Children, come now! The father tosses the youngsters in and cranks up the engine. I jump on the running board. Straight ahead! Hooo! Hooo! Hooo! Annabelle! Listen to me. Do like me. Hooo! Hooo! Hooo!The lady wails, and I think that the head must be close to crowning. We bump up Wild Rose, and I catch sight of Mrs. Maddock sitting on the porch. Mr. Maddock stands out in the field up on a hay wagon, where a hired man holds the horses. They stare as we speed by in a cloud of dust, me still on the running board holding on for dear life.

Double Crossed: A Spies and Thieves Story (Heist Society #2.5)

Hooo. Hooo. Good girl. The truck lurches to a halt at the gate. Bitsy! My friend runs out the blue door. Birth satchel. I don’t need to explain further; she leaps back inside.Okay, now, Annabelle. Just take little steps. It’s not much farther. Children, sit under the tree! The father lifts them down one at a time and points to the old oak. I have my hand on Annabelle’s bottom, and through her worn wet cotton dress I can already feel the top of the head.

Up you go. The father and I almost lift Annabelle up the steps, and as she goes into a squat, Bitsy throws my green patchwork quilt down under her.Uggggggh! Annabelle collapses onto her side. Two pushes later, a rosy pink infant is crying in my arms. The mother is strangely silent. The children, unable to help themselves, peek through the porch rails. The father brushes his wife’s hair off her damp forehead, then takes the kids back to the tree, where they all sit down in the shade.

Well, I thank you ladies kindly. Ain’t no way we can repay you, but when we get settled up north I can mail you a few dollars. That’s Rolly, the father of the family, dark-eyed, dark-haired, and handsome in his worn denim pants and work shirt. Usually people who are down and out want to tell me their story, want to show me that they weren’t always so destitute, but this fellow is mum about his history.I figure he’s another miner out of work or maybe a storekeeper who’s lost his store, another guy fallen on hard times. We’re at the kitchen table, sharing our meager supper of greens and rabbit stew. The children lick their bowls as if it’s the best meal they’ve had in weeks. He doesn’t ask our mailing address and I never expect to get a penny, but I know he means well.

By dusk Rolly has retrieved my bike and cloth bag of groceries from the roadside ditch; we’ve installed the mother on the sofa and set up pallets for the rest of them in the barn. Bitsy and I sit on the porch, watching the clouds turn pink and then red, taking turns holding the baby while the exhausted mother sleeps. They named her Norma.September 8, 1930. Full moon waning.

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