Don't get me wrong. I love a Denver omelette as much as the next girl. But I'm curious whether thatโs your thing, or if you try to change up the routine depending on the specific woman. You knowโฆ like, green pepper because I have green eyes, ham because Iโm so funny, and onions for all the tears youโll shed after I leave.
Julie JamesWell, at least Iโm not a stubborn, button-pushing, Prius-driving, chip-on-your-shoulder-holding, โstay-at-home-momโ-is-the-eighth-dirty-word-thinking feminazi!
Julie JamesTime for Wine Tasting 101. โSo hereโs how this works. When tasting a wine, as opposed to casual drinking, there are four basic steps you need to remember: sight, smell, taste, then spit or swallow.โ Nick paused at that last part and cocked his head. โAnd your personal preference on the latter would beโฆ?โ โOnly lightweights spit.โ His right eye twitched.
Julie JamesDon't take this next undercover assignment. Stay with me instead." Nick's eyes pierced hers, refusing to let her off that easily. "Tell me why." "Because... I love you." She exhaled. No take-backs. The words were out there forever. And it felt great.
Julie JamesWell, Ma, see... there's this girl." Silence. He checked to make sure the call hadn't been dropped. "You still there, Ma?" A sniffle. "You can't be crying already," he said. "I haven't told you anything about her yet." "It doesn't matter, Nick," his mother said through her tears. "Those are the three words I've been waiting thirty-four years to hear.
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