Adrian opened his mouth, undoubtedly ready with some inappropriate and mocking comment. Lissa gave him a sharp headshake that kept him quiet. "Aren't there any, I don't know, sleeveless options?" The saleswoman's eyes widened. "No one has ever worn straps to a funeral. It wouldn't be right." "What about shorts?" asked Adrian. "Are they okay if they're with a tie? Because that's what I was gonna go with." The woman looked horrified.
Richelle MeadNow get some clothes on before the women around here are driven into a frenzy." He gave me a mournful look. "I'm afraid that'll happen with or without clothes, my dear.
Richelle MeadRelax, having kids is years away. But can you imagine? Your brains, my charm, our collective good looks... then add in the usual physical abilities dhampirs get. It's really not even fair to everyone else.
Richelle MeadWow." I hadn't thought Dimitri could be any cooler, but I was wrong. "You beat up your dad. I mean, that's really horrible...what happened. But, wow. You really are a god." He blinked. "What?" "Uh, nothing.
Richelle MeadHey, big spender,โ I said. He looked appreciative but more amused than anything else. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a one dollar bill. โHugh,โ I said. โDonโt insult me.โ With a sigh, he produced a five and tucked it underneath my bra strap. โHey, Seth,โ Cody suddenly said. I looked up and saw Seth standing in the doorway. A look of comic bemusement was on his face. โHey,โ he said, studying me. โSoโฆyouโre paying for dinner?
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