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21 " Harlow exhaled. “And you’re not wearing the On the Prowl for my Next Baby Daddy shirt?” That got a laugh out of me. “God, I love that shirt. Talk about a surefire way to keep the boys and their come-ons at bay . . .” I had to glance down to remember which tee I’d slid into to ensure the guys kept their distance. Ah, classic. No Daddy Issues or Low Self-Esteem Here. “Do "
― , Hard Knox (The Outsider Chronicles, #1)
22 " Professor Landry was a prime example of someone who marched to the beat of her own drum, as evidenced by her policy that no one precede her name with Professor. She firmly believed that titles had been created to distinguish the upper class from the lower class, and she wanted no part in perpetuating socio-economic stereotypes. So she either went by Landry, Neve, or Hey, you. She didn’t really care, so long as the word “professor” never echoed off the walls she was within. She "
23 " and no, no, I didn’t think it was a coincidence SS was short for sorority sister. "
24 " So what made you the Knox Jagger you are today?” I asked. “The guy whose name has become synonymous with name-taker and ass-kicker? And let’s not forget my personal favorite—panty-procurer?” Knox finished the last of his water before sealing the empty bottle. “It depends on who you ask. A socialist would say it’s because I’m a member of generation Y and have entitlement issues and am lazy. A psychologist would say it’s because I have anger issues stemming from a turbulent childhood and an absent father.” “Do you have an absent father?” I butted in. “So absent I don’t even know who he is.” Knox met my gaze. “But I wasn’t finished with my earlier thought, so stop interrupting. You’re the one who wanted to know, remember?” His smile was in place as he nudged me. “If you ask the church, it’s because I haven’t found Jesus. If you ask the girls, it’s because I have commitment issues. If you ask the guys, it’s because I’m a hot-headed jackass. If you ask the transcendentalists, it’s because I haven’t found my inner chi. And if you ask my mother, it’s because one half of me is made up of the son of a bitch known as my absent father.” And there was Knox Jagger the enigma—ready to throw down one moment and talking about transcendentalism the next one. For one of the few times in my life, I didn’t know what to say. “Now "
25 " I suppose I don’t need two tries to guess whose voice that is,” she said before glancing at the doorway. “Well, it sure isn’t Prince Charming,” I muttered. My eyes narrowed on the figure hovering in the doorway. “If I was Prince Charming, I’d be wearing tights and serenading some fair maiden on bended knee.” Knox entered the room, appraising Harlow and me and our position with a wicked smile. “I’m more along the lines of Prince Reality.” “Prince? That’s a stretch and a half.” I rolled off the bed. Once I was standing, I crossed my arms and leveled him with a look. “Kind of like considering you a fair maiden. So aren’t we just a match made in un-fairytale heaven?” “Introductions, "
26 " optimistic people didn’t write Pulitzer Prize-winning material—grumpy, pessimistic cynics did. "