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- Desiree Holt [Sentinels 02] Night Moves (pdf)
- Hardy Kate MiśÂ‚ośÂ›ć‡ w Patagonii
- Palmer Diana Dama i pastuch
- 162. Schuler Candace Przeszlosc nie umiera
- Comte, Auguste The Positive Philosophy Vol II
- Star Fire Ingo Swann
- Meztelenul Raine Miller
- Forgotten Realms Anthologies 03 Realms of Magic
- Lil Gibson Feline Predators Of Ganz 2 Sherem (pdf) (Venus)
- dowcipy
- zanotowane.pl
- doc.pisz.pl
- pdf.pisz.pl
- aeie.pev.pl
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spectacular, just his astrological sign. I think your
idea of who I am and who I really am are entirely
idea of who I am and who I really am are entirely
different things.
Duh. That s why I wanted to get to know you
first, she said.
Maybe he was the one who was nervous. He
didn t know if she d be impressed with the real
him. Usually the rock star thing did all his work for
him. Gabe ran his knuckles down her bare arm,
and she shuddered. And that s why I m in such a
hurry to occupy you with other things.
She glanced at him and asked, So, do you
have family?
Well that topic definitely pulled the brakes on
his libido. Yeah. Doesn t everyone?
I suppose most do. Are they huge fans of
your music?
He laughed. Not especially. Hate isn t a
strong enough word to describe how they feel
about my music. I had a strict, religious
upbringing. My family is very conservative.
You don t talk to your family then?
I didn t say that. They don t necessarily
approve of how I live or the career I chose, but
they love me. As long as I grow my hair out to
they love me. As long as I grow my hair out to
cover the ink on my head before Thanksgiving, we
get along just fine. And while he mostly did
whatever he wanted to do, he respected his
parents enough not to flaunt his liberal attitudes in
their home. As far as he was concerned, it was a
fair compromise. His family s comfort meant more
to him than showing off his tattoos. He hadn t
discovered his wild side until he d gone off to
college. He didn t have ink out of rebellion against
his upbringing but because he d legitimately liked
all the designs enough to have them permanently
etched on his skin. To him tattoos were art, not a
statement.
Melanie pulled into the hotel drive and
stopped the car near a waiting valet. Gabe tensed
with anticipation.
The ink looks good on you though, she said,
her eyes fixed on his scalp. I m not sure why.
He knew exactly why. Forbidden fruit.
So you think the reason I want you so bad is
because my father would shoot you on sight?
That sounds about right, he said. And he
had no issue with exploiting her daddy issues.
had no issue with exploiting her daddy issues.
Well, seeing as he d shoot any man I hooked
up with before a wedding band strangled my
finger, don t think you re so special.
The door opened, and the valet offered
Melanie a hand out of the car. She exchanged her
keys for a valet ticket while Gabe mentally cursed
himself for abandoning his manners and not being
the one to open her door. When had he started
sucking at impressing women? Around the time a
sexy accountant had careened into his chest and
didn t even have the decency to be hot and
bothered the instant he d touched her.
Charge that to my room, Gabe said to the
valet as he hurried around the car to claim
Melanie s elbow.
Yes, Mr. Banner.
Melanie managed to look impressed. He
knows you by name?
I m a VIP, he said, it s his job to kiss my
ass.
Unable to keep his hands to himself for
another minute, Gabe draped an arm across
Melanie s lower back and drew her warmth
Melanie s lower back and drew her warmth
against his side. She allowed him to lead her
toward the grand entrance of the hotel, but
apparently she was still in get-to-know-you mode.
So if your parents were against you
becoming a musician
I didn t say that. They were never against me
becoming a musician. It s the type of music I
chose that they don t appreciate. They wouldn t
have minded if I d become a gospel singer. He
winked at her.
So how d you become a drummer? It s not
exactly a church choir instrument.
I was the percussion geek in marching band;
I m not talented enough to play a real instrument.
Are you making that up? she asked as they
entered the lobby through a revolving door. She
didn t even gawk at the opulence. She was too
busy sticking her cute nose into his business. And
he was batting zero with dazzling her.
Why would I make up embarrassing shit? If I
was going to lie, I d make myself out to be cool
and irresistible, don t you think?
She tilted her head, appraising him as if he
were some column of numbers that didn t add up.
He wondered if her limited view of the world
served her well in Kansas. She seemed to like
putting everything in a neat little box. And he was
pretty sure she was still desperately searching for
the right box to store him in.
As it was well after midnight, the lobby was
empty except for the desk clerk smiling to himself
indulgently as he pretended not to watch them.
The elevator stood waiting.
Tell me something else that makes you less
cool, Melanie said.
Gee, Mel, do you have all night? Don t you
know that most rock stars began life as outcasts
who didn t want to be weird but found a bunch of
kindred outcasts to make music with? A few of us
somehow manage to make a living off it. Most of
us have to supplement our music habit by
delivering pizzas.
But being an outcast makes you normal.
He shook his head in confusion. If you say
so.
What were you like in high school?
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