8 Quotes by K A Tucker

Ah don’t worry about Jonah. Something must have crawled up his ass.” Billy pauses. “Something big.”“I hope he made sure to get its weight for takeoff,” I mutter, reaching for my running shoes.Billy’s barking laughter carries through the cool breeze.

Here. Tea.” Reagan hands me a steaming mug. One sip tells me it’s not just tea. “You spiked the drink of an injured person,” I state flatly, the alcohol burning in my throat. “Who does that?”“It’s better than what a lame horse gets,

Yes, he’s my psychiatrist,” I say quietly as I stare out at the road. I can’t meet his eyes right now. I don’t want to see judgment there.“And why are you seeing a psychiatrist?”“My unruly sex drive?”“Irish...” the way he says my nickname makes me glance in time to catch him lift in his seat and tug at his jeans slightly, as if to make himself more comfortable. “Tell me.

What were you thinking?”“Not much, clearly.”I hear the exasperation in Kacey’s voice. “I don’t know about you, Livie . . . Sometimes you’re as graceful as a one-legged flamingo in a pit of quicksand.

Yeah,Livie?”“How do you figure out the right way to live your life?” There’s a long pause. So long that I check the screen of my cell phone to see if the call is still connected.“Trial and error, Livie. That’s the only way that I know of.

And I suppose you’re going to sit beside me every single class?”“I don’t know. You seem like an angry student. I’m not sure I want the prof associating me with you.

I think they liked you more than they like me. Eric said that I must get really angry when I’m Irish if you don’t want to be my boyfriend.” A deep, throaty laugh escapes Ashton’s lips and my body instantly warms. “What’d you say?”“Oh, I assured him that I get plenty mad even when I’m not ‘Irish’ and you’re around.” at earns another laugh. “I love it when you don’t censor yourself. When you just say what’s on your mind and don’t worry about it.”“Then you and Stayner would get along well . . .

I grit my teeth. Despite everything, I mutter with a smile, “No.”“No, what?” “No, I’m glad you came.”“I haven’t . . .yet.”I slap my book across his arm, blushing furiously. “You’re impossible.”“And you’re incredible.