Prey Windmills of the Gods
Worry spiked through Mariko’s core, its point all too sharp. What if—
"Bon apetit," the waiter said, and his footsteps moved quickly away.I felt around the table for my fork, found the handle, and then extended my fingers until they were touching my plate. Probing gently with a finger to find where the food was, I suddenly found my fingertip sticking to what felt like a spider's web.
Talon (Talon #1)
"I think I found it," I said, picking up the spider's web with my fork. It was heavy, I could tell, with something inside it that was soft and yielding. My fingers were still sticky from the web.From across the table, I heard Jax's fork clink against the plate. "What the hell is that?" he muttered."Your guess is as good as mine," I said, holding the fork out with trepidation. I'd never eaten a spider's web before, and not knowing what was inside it made me feel almost queasy.
Lords and Ladies (Discworld #14)
"Okay," he says, "We'll be brave together. On three, got it?""One . . . two . . ."
"Three!" I said, and tried to take a bite—only to have the fork sideswipe my cheek.
Jax laughed. "Wait," I said, confused. "How did you see that?"Sophie arched her eyebrows and sent Michael an is she for real? look.
As dinner progressed, Michael watched Stella through a new lens provided by his recent discovery. He didn’t notice so much when it was just the two of them, but she had trouble with eye contact. She rarely spoke unless someone asked her a direct question, and then her answers were short and to the point. When she listened, however, her focus was the kind of stuff she probably used on complex economic problems. She frowned, hanging on every word like it was of utmost importance.These people mattered to her because they mattered to him.
Waiting on the Sidelines (Waiting on the Sidelines #1)
Where did you grow up, Stella? his mom asked after they’d moved from bún to mangoes.Atherton. My parents still live there, Stella provided.
His mom’s eyebrows climbed at the mention of the wealthiest zip code in California. Do you like babies?Michael almost dropped his fruit, and his voice was gruff with horror when he said, Mẹ.
You don’t have to answer that, he said to Stella.She met his eyes like she hadn’t with everyone else. Her facial muscles relaxed, but the intensity of her concentration didn’t. Her beautiful mind focused on him. Michael admitted to himself he loved it.
Stella lifted a shoulder. I don’t know if I like babies. I haven’t been around that many. My parents want grandchildren, though. My mother, mostly.That has to be why she keeps setting up blind dates for you, Michael said.