Now, back to my vacation idea.” Finn grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth. “Just think about it. You, Owen, me, and Bria, all happily ensconced in a swanky hotel by a beautiful beach. Bria in a bikini. You and Owen doing your own thing, Bria in a bikini. Did I mention Bria in a bikini?
Jennifer EstepKiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.
Jennifer EstepHello, sexy. I knew that you couldn't get through the night without me," Finn's smug, slightly sleepy voice filled my ear. "So why don't you tell me what you're wearing?"
I rolled my eyes. Apparently, my foster brother hadn't bothered to check his caller ID before he picked up the phone. I wondered if this was how he answered all his late night calls, or if he was actually expecting to hear from Bria. I really hoped it was the second one.
"What am I wearing? Well, right now it would be the blood of two giants, among other naughty unmentionables," I purred. "What does that do for you, sexy?"
Silence.
Then Finn cleared his throat. "Uh Gin? Did you dial my number by mistake? Shouldn't you be cooing these sweet, sweet nothings into Owen's ear instead of mine?
Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.”
“Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows.
There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter.
“Shut up, idiot.
Mots clés humor funny idiots smell bobby assassin billy gin-blanco
You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised
Jennifer EstepMots clés humor ego finnegan-lane
Fucking pro bono work. Going to get me killed one day.
Jennifer EstepYeah, well this Gypsy girl happens to have a grandma that can curse you so bad that your dick will turn black and fall off, so watch your step, Spartan.
Jennifer EstepMots clés touch-of-frost
I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?
Jennifer Estep...he was muttering my name over and over. Gin, Gin, Gin. Like it was some sort of prayer—or a curse. Sexiest damn thing I’d ever heard.
Jennifer EstepYou're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.
Jennifer EstepMots clés by-a-thread
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