Uh…could you leave him here? He kind of comes with the place.”
Frowning, Lock glanced down. “Oh, jeez!” Oh, jeez?
And wow…was that a lot of perfection to look at. Seven feet and three hundred and fifty pounds of perfection. While most guys—most guys being her brother, cousins, and uncles—would be lapping this up—pocketing numbers, getting girls to strip, and playing “who can get my kilt to rise”—Lock looked more like a bear cub cornered by hungry grizzly males. But what exactly did he expect in that outfit? She didn’t want to imply he was asking for it but…he kind of was!
Shelly LaurenstonMaybe if you’d worn a shirt—”
“They said they didn’t have a shirt!”
“Then I have nothing for you, my friend. You’re trapped. I, however—”
“Take one step away from me, you Mr. Darcy wannabe, and I’ll snap your spine.
Reaching out, Lock snagged Blayne by the forearm and pulled her back. “When this is over, she still better love me.”
“Don’t worry about anything,” Blayne promised. She leaped up and kissed his cheek. “You’re the bestest bear ever.”
“Yeah, but I better not be the loneliest,” he called after her.
So, taking a page from the Alla Baranova-MacRyrie handbook of motivational techniques, Lock said, “Hey, I totally understand if you can’t do this.
Shelly LaurenstonWhat are you wearing?” Blayne glanced down at the tiny velvet green minidress she wore.
“Jess asked us to be Santa’s helpers tonight.”
“You look like Santa’s whores.
Why was she sitting in a tree?”
“She was hiding from the organ thieves.”
Ric blinked. “Sorry?”
“Do you really want me to explain it?”
“Not particularly.
His mother had often told Lock that he was much too polite to ever be a true intellectual.
Shelly LaurenstonAttacking someone without warning for something they did weeks before? Check. Ready to turn a simple breed dispute into something far uglier with the razor blade she kept on her at all times? Check. Using blood as a weapon of rudeness? Check. Threatening death? Check. Attacking a helpful stranger or friend? Check. Kissing a helpful stranger or friend without warning or permission? Check.
Yeah, it only took Gwen six weeks to become her mother.
She did an excellent job, dear. We have a new water heater now. A waterless water heater. I plan to examine it tomorrow.”
“No!” his entire family said, making him jump.
Even the granddaughter on his lap looked up into his face and said with the solemn wisdom of a four-year-old, “Don’t, Grandpa.
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