Oh.' I shot upright. 'I was in Mongolia.' Note to self: learn to be a less extreme liar.
Pain seared through me again-a hot, burning stab in my gut-and yet my body found strength I didn't know I had, correcting as I fell.
So, your dad's hot." "Thanks. He was that way when I met him, so I can't really take credit.
His hands are off," Gabrielle pointed out. "Posture's wrong," Kat said. "He's still ... hot," Gabrielle said, as if it were the greatest insult in the world. "I feel so objectified. So ... cheap," Hale told them.