You Know Where I Live の小説・ストーリー

Quinn curled into a ball, trying to get away from my fingers, and I took advantage of her position, pinning her shoulders to the sofa cushion as I held myself above her, my face close to hers. "Where is it you want to live?" I hovered there, with my mouth a breath away from touching her. She gasped, trying not to laugh, even though I could feel her trembling beneath me. "Ummm ...Baltimore?" Lowering myself a bit more, until the tips of her breasts teased against my chest, I skimmed my lips along her jaw. "Baltimore isn't south of D.C., babe. You need to brush up on your geography." I found the sensitive pulse just under her ear and flickered my tongue there. "Now where is it you want to live

He tentatively showed it to Kelvin and asked, “Do you know where this address is?” Kelvin took a look and said confidently, “Of course. It’s right here in Murrfield.”

"Tell me all about yourself, sweet girl." I laughed nervously as I twirled my fingers in my lap. Talking about myself wasn't one of my strong suites. "I, um, don't know what you want to know." "The truth. Tell me everything. Where are you living these days?" "Outside of Miami, Florida. I just moved there not long ago for work." She studied me as she puffed on her thin cigarette. "For work, huh? Do you have a man?" I smiled just thinking about Drake and how I wished he were here. "Yes."

"Where are you?" "We’re in Valentia, again." "I thought you were living in Slovenia?" "No, we just returned. Are you still in Valentia?" "Yes, you know Valentia is my home. Could you give me your address? I’ll come see you." "Are you still working at Silverstone Clinic?" "Yes, just tell me your address, and I’ll come. If you’re far away, I can plan a flight." "No, no need for that. We live in Westhaven, Valentia."

"Where are you right now?" "Joselton! Didn't I tell you? I went on a business trip!"

I don't know where Jackson is. Where the heck are you, baby?

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

"We're in trouble. We're in the middle of nowhere." "Shit." Lorenzo blows out a sharp breath, and I hear papers rustling. "Okay, where are you?" I glance around, spotting a plaque mounted beside the dry fountain. "Fargo, North Dakota." "Got it. Look, the Montana safehouse isn't far from where you are. You need to get there." "Any news from father?" I ask, with gritted teeth. I hate the man, but I still need to know where he is so I can figure out my future plans.

Elle comes forward, “I’ll give your family credit. They’ve done an excellent job staying hidden, which is near impossible with today’s technology. I still cannot pinpoint their exact locations.” “Do you know where they live?” I ask, focused on keeping my family safe. I would hate to think what would find out if my Dugray’s father found us. “No, and I couldn’t pinpoint their exact location, although from recent events I’ve been able to deduce they live in Ohio somewhere.” Her blatant honesty needed right now. “I have no intention of searching, but…” “If I give you clues, you’ll work them out?”

“Where did you live previous to Denver?” “Lubbock, Texas.” “How long were you in residence in Texas?” “Six months.” “Where did you live previous to Lubbock?” “Miami, Florida.” “How long were you in residence in Florida?” “Six months.” “Where did you live previous to Miami?” “Charleston, South Carolina.” “How long were you in residence in South Carolina?” “Six months.” “Where did you live previous to Charleston?” “Hershey, Pennsylvania.” “How long were you in residence in Pennsylvania?”