Extraits

[Della et Steve]

He ran his finger over her lips.

“You aren’t going to kiss me,” she said.

“We’ll see about that,” he said and then he did it. He kissed her.

Il fit courir son doigt sur ses lèvres.

- Tu ne vas pas m'embrasser, dit-elle.

- Nous allons voir cela, dit-il et il le fit. Il l'embrassa.

We’ll see about that. Steve’s words echoed in her head like the lyrics of a song—a good song, one that crawled into your head and replayed itself over and over.

Too good. Too real. Too much like it meant something really special. Too much to have to deal with losing later on.

If you tell anyone you saw me naked, I’ll kick your ass.

The canine looked up at her as if he actually missed her. How could that be, a neighbor’s dog missed her when her own family didn’t?

“So you’ve got a foot fetish, do you?”

Steve gave Burnett his complete attention. What an ass-kisser.