Ally Blake

I__ a cold-hearted bastard. I__ insular, I__ jaded, a workaholic, I__ ruthless and I__ self-serving. I don__ do forever, I rarely even do ____l call you tomorrow_. And just because I__ here now it does not mean if you ask me to stay I will.

Trust was now a four-letter word.

His own parents, the estimable Gilchrists, a couple who had taken the 'till death' part of their own wedding vows so seriously he wouldn't be surprised if they one day throttled one another, had naturally wangled the next best seat in the house: row two, on the aisle.

You're playing hookey for her? You met her, what, five minutes ago? And now she's what? Your girlfriend? Did you give her your varsity jacket?

If I__ right,_ she said, __nd you have all sorts of juicy information in that dossier of yours, you__l know that I am an abnormally forgiving person, even of those who have used me and hurt me more than one person deserves to be hurt. But right this second, I am looking forward to the day you rot in hell.

Now don__ go thinking nice things about me. You__l only be disappointed.