Good grief. Are you flirting with me?Honey, my intentions are way past flirting.Your intentions could get you a knee in the groin.Nick grinned. At least your mind's on the right body part.
I can't help it. I'm just a big gasbag. I still got leftover barbeque gas." She squeezed her eyes shut tight and did a full minute-long far. "Excuse me," she said.
Either get out of bed or else take your clothes off," he said. "I'm not in the mood to compromise.
Out I was going to crash the car into a telephone pole.
Key to true happiness is lowered expectations.
Here, Briggs said.
You fainted, I told Tank.I did not, Tank said. That's a lie.
Yeah. Almost as surprising as when you nailed me with your father's car.In the interest of avoiding confrontation, I felt compelled to explain. I didn't feel obliged to do it convincingly. It was an a...
When in dread, my rule was always to procrastinate.
Throwing up is not a group activity
There are some men who enter a woman's life and screw it up forever.
The law is for people who have nothing to hide.
That shooting gave me an appetite, she said. Somebody pass
Steph? Huh? I still had my hands on his stomach, and I could feel him laughing. I can smell something burning, babe. You must be thinking. It wasn’t my brain that was on fire. I felt around a little w...
Sometimes I moonlight for a guy named Ranger who’s extremely bad in an incredibly good way.
She looked like Pooh when he was stuck in the rabbit hole.
Ranger unlocked my door, pulled me to him, and kissed me. The kiss started out gentle and finished with enough heat to raise the temperature in the hallway by ten degrees.
Ranger stood and stretched, his black T-shirt rode up, and I caught a glimpse of two inches of brown skin and hard abs and almost had an orgasm. Babe, he said. Are you okay? Yep. Why? You sort of moan...
Ranger cradled my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes. The ceremony is over. Can you make it back to the car?I nodded. I'm okay now. Am I red and blotchy from crying?Yes...
Ranger clicked his penlight on. Hang onto me if you can't see. I curled my hand into the back of his cargo pants just above his gun belt. I'm good to go.He was still for a beat. You could have held on...