“They all had that private club, private school aura about them. Like they knew something other people didn’t. She wanted to claw their eyes out.”
What was Farrah’s problem?
Excerpt fromRunning from Love:
“So you’re not a trust fund kid,” he said, hoping he didn’t
sound like he was fishing.
“No way,” she snapped then caught herself. “I mean—no—
I’m not. No one is where I come from.” She put her hand up
to her face, nervously smoothing a wisp of hair from her cheek.
“What about you?” she asked, looking guarded.
“I grew up with a lot of them, but I wasn’t one.” He locked
eyes with her. If only she knew how happy he was that she wasn’t one either.
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