Extraits

“Shit, girl,” Uncle Tex grinned as I made it to the counter, cutting in front of everyone and not giving a good God damn.

“Coffee,” I breathed.

“Hey, I’m next,” the man at the front of the line said.

I turned to him.

“I had five martinis last night and kissed a seriously hot guy I barely knew. Twice,” I told him.

“You can go first,” he said.

Indy laughed.

“It looked like GQ was having a convention and all the best looking guys had decided to have a coffee at Fortnum's before going to seminars on how to cope with being really, unbelivably, fucking gorgeous.”

“I'm protecting what's mine."

...

"I'm not yours," I said.

"You're welcome to think that but it doesn't change the fact that you are.”