Will Harrison
Will Harrison
hate opportunity groups
Don’t stereotype, Jenks. HAPA is an equal-opportunity hate group,” I said.
coffee office carpet
My office is trashed,” he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and took the coffee that I was holding out to him. “Why are you smiling? My fish are dead.
tattoo coats cold
Apparently their numerous tattoos gave them protection against the cold as they had no coats.
love-you i-fell-in-love-with-you unspoken
Yes, but . . .” She hesitated, her gaze finally coming to me. “I survived because I fell in love.” With you was unspoken.
garden mind size
I frowned, wondering if Trent would mind being the size of a fairy for a day. He could talk to the newest tenants in his garden.
bunch babysitter needed
I suddenly realized that a bunch of my friends needed babysitters and vowed to start screening my calls.
rip months six
HAPA was like mint. You could rip it up, and six months later, it was back, healthier than ever. Mint smelled better, though, and you could make juleps out of it. I don’t know what I could make out of HAPA. Compost, maybe.
taken winter knives
Boots and leather jackets were strewn on her bed, and what looked like a new knife set. She’d taken a class last winter and was dying to try them out legally on someone.
voice feelings lines
I didn’t know what I was going to say, a feeling that was compounded when the line clicked open and Trent’s very muzzy voice murmured, “Rachel? Mmm, hi.
breathing magic quiet
Wayde yelled, and I hit him again, adrenaline pulling a scream of outrage from me. He went quiet, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear him breathing. I suppose I could have used my magic on him, but this was a lot more satisfying.
peaceful juniors i-can
Inside Junior’s it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly,
daddy said
I got it this time, Daddy Warbucks,” I said,
night thinking voice
I think she suspects something, though. We’ve had cherry pie for dessert five nights in a row.” His voice drawled, and my smile deepened.
wine men medicine
Avoiding me, Quen downed a swallow of wine. "Trent is a fine young man," he said, watching the remaining wine swirl. "Yes... " I drawled, cautiously. "If you can call a drug lord and outlawed-medicine manufacturer a fine young man.