The last thing Mitch really remembered was…being on top of Sissy. He’d had a split second of thinking, “Wow. This feels really good.
Shelly Laurenston..say…same shit, different day.
Shelly LaurenstonWhat?” Sammy Ray yelled back. It was like the Smith family had only one volume level.
Shelly LaurenstonI can’t see straight. But that’s okay.
Shelly LaurenstonIsn’t it enough you have poor Mitch here playing against bears?”
They all looked at “poor Mitch,” who seemed to be having the equivalent of an orgasm eating that slice of cherry pie.
Really, Mitch Shaw had absolutely no shame. Sissy knew this when he walked into the Lewis Sisters’ Pie Shop and dropped to his knees in front of the cold case. His hands rested on the glass, and he looked at each pie like a small child would. “I…I can’t make up my mind,” he gasped. Like Mitch needed to make up his mind. He could finish everything in that case and still be hungry less than an hour from now.
Shelly LaurenstonIs this you helping me? I don’t think this is you helping me.
Shelly LaurenstonMitch was looking really good these days. Healthier. Stronger. Happier…except at this moment. He looked unusually cranky.
Shelly LaurenstonBrendon wasn’t exactly surprised to find Mitch sitting by the lake at three in the morning, staring out over the still water. Of course, he would have much preferred if he wasn’t sitting with a crocodile next to him. It was one thing to enjoy a predatory game of tug with him, but it was another to treat him like the family’s pet dog.
Shelly LaurenstonHe tried to make me wear a suit.”
“Why?” Sissy asked dryly. “Are you planning on going to a funeral after our date?
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