When he got me standing, my knees wouldn't hold, and he had to catch me around the waist. I doubted that. Oh, pooh, he said, and stamped his foot, pouting. He was leaning with his hands behind him so that his weight trapped his hands behind him, pinned between his hips and the Jeep.
An ugly statistic, but true. When I caught a glimpse of lavender eyes between the fluttering, I stroked him gently. Why are you at a strip club getting drunk? I asked. Raina wouldn't have known what monogamy was if it bit her on the ass, I said.
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