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" I don’t care about Jackson, I said.
“You know what’s awesome?” she murmured. “How you’re so bad at lying. Say that again – about how you don’t care for him. maybe this time you’ll be able to look at me while you do it. Oh, and also? Try to say it as if you believe it, too, and you’re not asking me a damn question.”
I shot a sharp glance across the table. “Okay, fine,” I said. “I care about Jackson. He’s my neighbour and I see him around town but--”
“Oh my fucking god,” Brooke said, groaning. She pushed her sunnies to the top of her head and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I love you but I also want to slap you. Really hard. Not some quick tap but a full slap, the kind that leaves a handprint on your face and knocks this bullshit out of your head.”
“I’d slap you back,” I muttered.
“I’d fucking hope so,” she replied. "
― Kate Canterbary , Hard Pressed (Talbott's Cove, #2)