Arya appreciates her man's good nature, “you’re a good sport. I love to bowl and I’m having fun and you’re not mad that you lost.” I meet his eyes. “That impresses me.” Harrison has his priorities in order, “thank eff. Me too. I promise you food after.” I stand, hands beneath her ***. “Where’s your bedroom?” I liked this book, I loved Harrison.
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