Lush Curves (Dangerous Curves 8) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

“Oh.” Horrified, humiliated, heartbroken, she’d scrambled for the tiniest, slimmest shred of dignity, and she’d failed miserably. “Oh… right. Of course not. Stupid of me.” She’d managed to locate the door handle, almost wrenched the door of its hinges opening it up. “Well – goodnight.”She’d tried to extract herself from his personal space, get to the car door, and get the fuck into the house, where she’d pour a quadruple whiskey and berate her stupidity for… oh… maybe ten years. Probably longer, if she were being honest. She’d maybe never leave the fucking house again, actually. She’d order her groceries online, and she’d collect welfare for the first time in her whole damn life, and she’d watch TV for sixteen hours at a stretch. Not such a bad life when she really thought about it, and far better than running the risk of running into Doctor Sam Frickin’ Innis ever ever again.But she hadn’t gotten far into this plan to torpedo her life: Sam had followed her across the front seat, gr

She felt like a princess. Sam’s princess. And she was hesitating about sharing that with anyone. Even her best friend.She wasn’t totally sure why she was hesitant, but she thought that it had something to do with an expression that she’d heard once, about how exposing monsters to the light turned them to stone. She thought that was true, and she also thought that it worked in reverse: that exposing beautiful secrets to the world at large took away their shine, their purity, their rarity. Made them just one more random story out there, added them to the mindless noise and mess and confusion, led to them losing their fragile uniqueness and delicate beauty.She didn’t want that, didn’t want to turn what had happened between her and Sam into idle gossip passed on in a diner kitchen. She wanted to protect it, keep it safe and warm and almost sacred – and right in this moment, the only way that she could think how to do that was to stay silent, and keep it to herself. Just for now. Maybe

King was a man who did hard, questionable things, but he always checked with his most moral, pure self before he did them, and he stood by that night at the warehouse. He’d stand by it until his dying day. And though he’d have happily made Joker Kane crawl on his belly to his slow, painful death and been perfectly OK with that, he hadn’t done it… and he hadn’t done it because of Mirrie. He had no illusions that Mirrie would appreciate that, though, mainly because he had no intention of telling her. Not ever. Some things were just better left unsaid, and choosing how to kill a woman’s brother fell pretty firmly into that category. King was silent, choosing not to respond to Aidan’s casual mentioning of The Fallen Angels. Yeah, it was true that since that MC had been blown off the planet, to all intents and purposes, the criminal element in Denver had been shocked and awed into subdued contemplation. Losing the one-percenter MC had disrupted pretty much everything and everyone – from t

“You think that Mac and Aidan will be OK with this?” Jax said suddenly. “I mean… I want them both in my wedding party, but you know, you can only have one best man…”“Actually, they’re gonna ask each other.”Jax paused. “You know this, how?”“They both told me, asked if I minded, and if I thought that you’d mind.”“Weird,” Jax mused. “You know, man, I had a feeling they’d ask each other. They’ve always had that sarcastic, snarky, sense of humor connection.”“Right? I knew it too.”“So.” Jax shrugged a bit. “Listen… seems a bit time-consuming for us to have, like, what? Six bachelor parties?”King counted in his head. “Yeah. Six. Fuck me. How’d this happen?”“Damn amazing women.”Jax laughed, thought about just how much he loved Sarah, thought how he’d never give her up for anything or change a single goddamn thing about her, not a single freckle on her glorious, curvy, astonishing body. “Ain’t that the truth.”“So – what? You think we should have one massive party for all of us? All t

“After we finish painting and sculpting,” Noah continued. “We’ll get back on the bus and go grocery shopping for healthy food at the grocery store on the corner. Then we’ll go home and cook, then clean up. Maybe some nights we’ll order pizza, but that’s not healthy, so we won’t do that often. We’ll watch TV or a movie. Then we’ll shower, and go to bed and sleep.”Annie fought down the urge to applaud. Sarah, though, didn’t look satisfied.“Listen, sweetie,” she said to her brother. “That’s all great, OK? Those are things that you and Callie would do if you lived together. Day-to-day routine stuff, which is important… but living with someone else isn’t just about taking the bus and washing the plates. It’s – well. It’s about living together. Making a home with another person, not just inhabiting a house with one.” She paused. “You understand me, Noah?”“Yes. Can I try again to answer the question?”“Of course.”“I think – no, wait – I hope that living with Callie will be like you livin