C.J. Daugherty Quotes
“Would you like me to take the first shift?’ Sylvain’s voice was pure silk.
A tendon worked in Carter’s jaw.
‘I want you to go f …’ he started, but Allie grabbed his arm.
‘Carter no. Calm down.’ She looked at the two of them. ‘You can both stay with me until one of you has to go somewhere, OK? Then the other will take over. No fighting. With each other, anyway.”
“Help,’ Jo moaned. ‘I think I’m in a coma.’
It was seven o’clock. The library walls were scrubbed clean and Allie’s neck and shoulders ached whenever she even thought about raising her arms as she sat on the dust sheet next to Jo.
‘Do your arms hurt?’ Allie asked, rubbing her shoulders.
‘Then you’re not in a coma.’ Gingerly Allie stretched out her legs. ‘Jesus. What have I got myself into? Rachel has a swimming pool and horses. Horses, Jo. I could be floating in a pool and petting soft pony noses if I were still at her house.’
‘Here.’ Jo turned to face her. ‘My nose is soft. You can pet it.’
Allie stroked her nose tiredly. ‘Wow. This is just like being at Rachel’s. Where’s the pool?’
‘No pool,’ Jo said. ‘Showers.’
‘Are you two just going to lie there complaining? Or are you coming to dinner?’ Allie looked up to see Carter standing above them, studying them doubtfully.
‘Jo’s in a coma,’ Allie informed him. ‘She no longer needs food.’
‘Wait. Did you say food? I think I’m actually awake.’ Jo scrambled to her feet.
‘My God,’ Allie said mildly. ‘It’s a miracle.’
‘You’ve only been doing this one day, Sheridan.’ Carter reached down to pull her up. ‘You can’t be tired already.’
‘Everything hurts,’ she said. ‘Shoulders, arms, back …’
‘Legs, feet, head …’ Jo offered helpfully.
‘Ankles. Shins. Name a body part,’ Allie said. ‘It hurts.’
Carter didn’t look impressed.
‘Food will ease your pain.’ He steered them towards the dining hall.
‘He’s very wise,’ Allie told Jo.
‘Clearly,’ Jo replied.”
“I thought Isabelle was going to let you sleep,’ Sylvain said. The way he said it made it seem oddly intimate – like he was somehow involved with her sleep.
‘Zoe …’ she said, trying to recover her cool. ‘She was my alarm clock.’
The way he arched one amused eyebrow made her think he knew why she’d blushed.
‘If someone was going to wake you up,’ he said, ‘I’d rather it was me.”