Thatโs when sheโd learned that male egos and fruit had a lot in common: Both bruised easily.
Jana OliverSo what did you bring? Lip gloss and a hairbrush?โ Smirking, she unpacked the sandwiches Mort's cook had made for her, along with an ample slice of chocolate cake. โYou owe me an apology.โ โOmigod, it's a feast! Okay, you're forgiven.
Jana OliverSimon had been all lined up and heโd managed to throw away the best girl heโd ever meet. โWhat a dumbass,โ Beck muttered. โNo way Iโd have done that.
Jana OliverCan you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself. "I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs.
Jana OliverBeck behaved himself, though it was really difficult, especially during the slow dances when they were so tantalizingly close. He savoured the feel of her against his body, the light scent of her perfume, the in her eyes that told him he was the center of her universe. It was a new and totally overwhelming experience.
Jana Oliver