Good grief, Molly. He doesn't scare you?"
"Of course not."
"But he's..."
"He's sweet," Molly insisted.
Dare snorted. "He's still listening.
She sleeps a lot these days ” Matt explained. “And she’s emotional to boot. If I didn’t love her so much I’d probably strangle her.”
“Emotional?”
“Yeah.” Matt Vereker a younger, masculine version of Ray, gave an ear-to-ear grin. “Pregnant women are like that, you know.”
“Preg—” The bottom dropped out of his stomach. Eli fumbled for the chair behind him then fell into it hard. His head swam. She wasn’t seriously ill. “She’s… ”
“If you can’t even say it, how the hell do you think Ray feels.
Stichwörter: pregnant
Sometimes being a contrary bastard was a real pain.
Lori FosterStichwörter: humor
Manners, boy. I'll beat them into you if I have to.
Lori FosterStichwörter: funny
Tyler caught her wrist. "You can't walk home now. It's raining."
"Believe me, it won't bother me a bit."
"Now, Carlie, don't be obstinate."
"Tyler, I'm dangerously close to laying you low." She had to get away from him. Now.
"Violence? My, my, your cold is making you surly."
She tugged, but he didn't release her. "Tyler, what did you intend to do today, before you came here and decided to harass me?"
"I was going to harass Brenda, but you'll do better.
I want to make a bet with you.”
Her interest perked up. “You do? About what?”
Already knowing it wouldn’t go over well, Spencer braced himself. “I bet you can’t go a month without cursing.”
Her chin tucked in, and her brows came down. “What does that have to do with anything?”
He had no idea, except that it annoying him to hear her be so coarse. “Go a month without cursing.” He hated himself, but he said, “Every time you slip, you owe me a kiss.
Hoping to soothe her, Joe said, "Whatever it is I'll get it. Just tell me."
"Tampons."
Joe stalled. Tampons. But she was only... well, fourteen. He had no idea when young ladies needed such things. He said, "Uh...'
"I know," she all but wailed. "I'm sorry. But there aren't any here, and you're already there."
"Yeah, of course." He glanced at Austin. "No problem at all, hon." He swallowed. "Any particular kind?"
...
Hell, he could kick ass on felons, play bodyguard and bounty hunter, so surely he could buy a stupid box of tampons.
Joe hid his grin. "A little grab-ass is not accosting." At the worst of times, Luna could amuse him. And now he finally had her where he wanted her.
...
Her mesmerizing eyes shone with annoyance and disbelief. "I barely knew you, Joe. I brought you a sandwich, and half a minute later you had your hands all over me."
Despite his aches and pains, the memory warmed Joe. Locking onto her gaze, he said in his defense, "You have that kind of bottom, honey. All round and soft."
Her color deepened. "Of all the stupid, sexist--"
"It's irresistible," Joe insisted, and meant it. "It begs for a man's hands. It--" There looked to be an explosion imminent, so Joe wisely let that go for now and instead distracted her. "And for your information, no. I didn't get beat up by a woman." He snorted. "How absurd is that?"
"I dunno." Her body vibrated with tension. "I'm ready to beat you up."
-Joe and Luna
Her concerned gaze skimmed over him. "Are you able to move much?"
Now we're talking. "The hips work just fine, honey. Course, it'd probably be easier if you did all the-- hey, c'mon now, Luna, I was just teasing." He barely managed to hold in his laugh. "Don't storm away."
She pivoted on her heel and stomped back toward him. Joe braced himself, waiting for the blast of her ire. She surprised him by drawing a deep breath, then another. And one more.
He sighed. She was such a volatile, passionate woman, which made tweaking her temper fun. He raised a brow. "Got control of yourself?"
She gave a sharp nod.
The little liar. She wanted to bludgeon him. "Good." He patted the side of the bed next to his hip. "So tell me about this 'needing me' stuff. I'm all ears.
Willow appeared ready to choke her brother. "I have a mouth, rodent, so quit speaking for me."
Austin turned to Joe. "Rodent is a good insult, too, huh?"
"Sure, according to how you use it. Your sister says it to you with affection, but if you say it to some bully, then it'd sound hateful enough."
Austin chewed that over. "Okay." His brow scrunched up with suspicion. "But I don't think Willow meant it nice, either."
"No, I didn't"
Willow, Joe and Austin
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