Iโm home. Ya happy now?โ Beckโs gravelly voice demanded. โYes, I am.โ โYerโ treatinโ me like iโm some idiot kid,โ he complained. โGee, I wonder where I learned that?โ He hung up on her.
Jana OliverThe guy behind the counter had been seriously adorable. Model-level cute. She had mentioned that, and Allan, her then boyfriend, hadn't taken it well. That's when she'd learned that male egos and fruit had a lot in common: Both bruised easily.
Jana Oliver