Erin’s throat closed up a little. “We slept together after knowing each other for three hours,” she whispered.
“Why are you whispering? There’s no one here but us.”
“Because it sounds much tawdrier when I say it out loud.”
“Tawdrier?” He clapped his hand over his mouth to try to stifle a laugh.
Erin punched him in the arm. “It’s a high-dollar word for sleazy.

Auteur: Jenny Lyn