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248 pages, Paperback
First published June 11, 2015
“Hey, sweetie,” Mason answered, flipping me off as I rolled my eyes. It was immature, but I couldn’t help it. He was so in love with her he couldn’t see what a controlling, manipulative bitch she was. I couldn’t hear what he was saying as he walked away, but it sounded like she was freaking about something. Again. She’d made Bridezilla look calm and laid-back about three phone calls ago.
...four waitresses wearing skimpy referee outfits bombarded us. All of them seemed to have tugged their shirts a little lower and tied them tighter in the back in preparation for tonight. Waitresses counting on their assets to earn bigger tips, or something else altogether, seemed to be one of the few constants from one city to the next.
...had no clue how Teresa had gotten a key to his place or why she was here, but there was no way in hell I was going to leave her unattended. She perched herself on one of the high barstools at the breakfast bar and glared at me. I chuckled as I wondered whether she was working to put some sort of hex on me, because she sure looked like a witch with her pointy black shoes, straight black hair and long fingernails.
“Yeah, he knows.” Her body tensed, and I knew this situation was about to get even worse. “I had to threaten his new slut when she answered his phone, but he knows.”
"[...] she responded, shoving yet another slice of pastry into her mouth. The girl was going to wind up three hundred pounds if she didn't watch it."