Sorry!” the She-dogs yelled from the other side. “We’re closed!
Shelly LaurenstonI thought it was bad when they made me wear this Jane Austen–suitor outfit, complete with cravat. But you! You look like you just escaped the set of Braveheart.
Shelly LaurenstonHe should hate those nails. He normally considered that sort of thing tacky or gaudy, but damn if that look didn’t work on her. And because it worked on her —it was really working on him.
Shelly LaurenstonMister?” she snapped.
“Paddington?” he shot back.
Gwen was kind of amazed. A mother with several degrees and a prestigious position at an Ivy League college did not ensure that she’d be any less embarrassing to her child than a mother who became a nurse through night school. Gwen knew this when Alla launched into her “unfortunate changes in my vagina after the birth of Lachlan” discussion.
“No. It was his shoulders. He’s always had very large shoulders. I mean look at him. Even as a baby they were freakishly long.”
“Freakishly?” Lock snapped.
“They stretched me right out.”
“Mom!”
Brody shrugged and reached for more moo goo gai pork. “I didn’t mind.”
“Dad!”
“Well, darling, you were always quite large, so it made things a little easier for both of us when it came to sex.”
“Mom!”
Alla shook her head. “I don’t know what happened to you, Lachlan MacRyrie.” She turned to Gwen. “I’ve always insisted on being quite open about human bodies when talking to my children. There’s no shame in a woman’s body. And like everything else in the world, it ages. So while you still have the exquisite body you’ve been blessed with, Gwen dear, and that prebirth vagina— enjoy it.”
“Is there any way to get you to stop?” Lock begged.
The entire floor teeming with full-humans watching their children skate, all of them hoping to be the breeder of the next gold Olympian.
Shelly LaurenstonLock reached for the French toast first, but Ric slapped his hand away and placed a carefully prepared plate in front of him. As Lock waited, Ric went to the counter and returned with a small strainer. He tapped the side, covering the French toast with powdered sugar. Somehow the wolf managed not to get any on Lock’s bacon or sausage. “There. Isn’t that nice?”
“I have to say our relationship is getting stranger and stranger as we get older.
Lock grinned at Gwen. “He’s fun,” he said, reaching out and cuffing Mitch without even looking at him. “He just keeps trying to get back up.” Bam! “It’s great.” Bam! “Like ‘The Little Lion Who Could.’” Bam!
Shelly LaurenstonHe made it to the front door before he looked back at her. Then his eyes grew wide. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He came back over to her and handed her a card.
“These are my numbers, e-mail addresses, business URL, physical address, and mailing address. You know…if you need to get in touch with me.”
Get in touch with him? But he left out his social security number, his date of birth, and his high school GPA.
Like heavy-duty Tupperware, Blayne kept bouncing back.
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