She simply stood there and waited for him to show her the next move. And hoped it only involved sword fighting and not seduction.
C.C. HunterTake some very deep breaths," Miranda said. "Relax. Concentrate. Then envision a frosty six-pack and wiggle your pinky." A frosty six-pack. Kylie inhaled. He held out her pinky, and right then Della chimed in. "We are talking a six=pack of soda, not a cold guy with good-looking abs, right?" There was a strange kind of sizzle in the air. And suddenly appearing in front of the refrigerator was a shirtless, shivering guy with great abs. His blue eyes studied the three of them in complete bafflement. "What the...!" he muttered. Kylie gasped. Miranda giggled. Della snorted with laughter.
C.C. HunterThatโs the tricky thing about love. It walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and smells like a duck. But after you sleep with it a month or so, or get dumped at the altar by it, it starts smelling more like a skunk.
C.C. HunterFriday morning, Kylie, Miranda, and Della, each carting suitcases, walked the trail to meet up with their parents. They walked slowly, like condemned prisoners moving to their executions. โIโm going to be peeing on a drug test stick every hour,โ Della muttered. Miranda sighed. โIโm going to screw up at my competition and my mom is going to give me up for adoption.โ โIโm going to a ghost hunt,โ Kylie added. Both girls looked at her. โDonโt ask.
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