Carefully Picked Novels & Stories

None of it registered. My pulse kicked up a notch when I noticed Jocelyn’s name was blue, as opposed to the black type. It was a link—a modern day portal giving me access to the all the answers to my questions. All I needed to do was touch it. Apprehensively, my finger hovered over her name. Before I could activate the link, I recalled something Deloris said.

I think I should pick it, but I don't want to risk the thought of it being Winston, so I ignore it. ##########

Mark’s expression did not change. “No,” he agreed. “It isn’t.” A pause. “But it’s a valid one.” The man studied him for a moment longer, then nodded once, slowly, as though acknowledging not agreement, but inevitability. “Then we proceed carefully,” he said. Mark’s gaze sharpened. “No,” he replied. A beat. “We proceed correctly.” The distinction was deliberate.Important. Because careful could be cautious. Careful could be slow. Careful could be controlled by others.

"Don't hold back. Go have some fun." A giant heart was printed right on the card. If I understood correctly, she was telling me to take Selena and enjoy myself. In other words, she wasn't interested in me, and she was warning me not to get any ideas about her either. That had to be it. Feeling reassured, I accepted the card. I couldn't help thinking that my arranged-marriage wife was surprisingly considerate. Before leaving, I glanced at the hand Yuvan had possessively wrapped around Kayla's arm.