38 Quotes About Shaye-evans

I was calling you earlier when your name and number flashed up on my cell’s screen. But instead of it being you, it was Chris.”“You still have my number programed into your phone?

Now,” he murmured huskily into my ear, licking the skin below my lobe. I shivered. “It’s your turn.”“Tease.

You ate the cookies and drank all the milk?” Cash asked, looking at the base of the tree.“No. I didn’t. Why would I? I don’t like banana chip, they’re your favorite.”“I didn’t eat them, Harper.”“Sure you didn’t.”“Prove it then.” “How?

Careful. I don’t want to have to do that again. Your veins are hard to find. You’d make a great pincushion for any trainee phlebotomist.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “I’ve always wanted to be someone’s guinea pig.

Harper?” Cash murmured after a long moment. “Hmm?” I turned my head. “Do you believe in Santa?” I shifted onto my side to look at him, smiling. “Yeah, I do.”He adjusted his head to look at me. “Even though he’s something our parents say isn’t real?”I nodded. “Yeah, definitely. There’s usually some kind of truth behind stories.”He looked up to the tree then to me. “Think we can see him tonight?” I laughed and sat up. “Who? Santa? Why not? It couldn’t hurt to try.

The name’s Damien,” he stated, sliding behind the table. He wore an open black jacket and jeans.“Colt.”“I haven’t seen you here before.”“First time.” I lifted the glass to my mouth. “Are you enjoying yourself?”I nodded, swallowing. “Yeah. The music is great,” I replied, turning my head. “Do you come here often?”“Almost every night.

I don’t want to see my best partner heartbroken.”“It’s not like that.”“Uh-huh, sure.

What’s the story with you and that blonde woman?” I asked after a moment.“Sienna is my partner—I make a point of not mixing work and pleasure. It doesn’t go down well when things turn… pear-shaped.” “Fair enough, I guess.

Well, it’s not swollen,” he stated, rewrapping the bandage, “or bleeding or leaking, so I think it’s okay.”“I know. I’m training to be a nurse,” I replied. “Thanks though.”“Explains the curiosity and attitude.”“What?” I snapped. “I’m a trainee paramedic.”“Oh.” I looked away, chewing my lower lip. “Right.” “There’s a sense of rivalry between Emergency Medical Technicians, paramedics, and nurses—I don’t know the reason behind it.”“I know.