She reached up and curled her fingers into mine. โHe should take you to dinner.โ To say that the mere thought horrified me would have been a grievous understatement. I threw up a little in my mouth then swallowed hard. I told Taft when I recovered, โJust please, for the love of God, find a girl good enough to take home to your mother. And do it soon.โ โAnd stop dating skanks.
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Darynda JonesAmber, you could never embarrass me." "Never?" she asked. "Never." "One time, I yelled across the store to Mom and asked her if she wanted the regular or the super-absorbent tampons. I added that, according to the box, the super-absorbent were for those heavy days. Then I asked her to rate her heaviness on a scale of one to ten." "Okay, you could." "Then while we were standing in line, I asked her why she was buying three boxes of Summer's Eve in the middle of winter." I set her at arm's length. "Wow." "I know, right? I had no idea a person could turn so red.
Darynda JonesDead people I could handle. They were usually beyond hysteria. This was the people-left behind part. The hard part.
Darynda JonesReyes, what happened?โ Heโd been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of contact. I really hated to interrupt, but โฆ โReyes, are you listening to me?โ He raised his head, a sensual grin playing at the corners of his mouth, and said, โIโm listening.โ โTo what? The sound of blood rushing to your nether regions?โ โNo,โ he said with a husky chuckle that made me tingle everywhere. โTo your heartbeat.
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