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arm, much less holding hands. They d reluctantly appeared on Nevada s new Miami-based
show, but she d left her hints and double-sided comments vague enough to ignore.
Joe sometimes felt he and Bri were the only people in town who weren t arguing about
whether he deserved the top job because of Bri, despite Bri, or regardless of Bri. If he did
get it, his first or second announcement would be who was to attend city council meetings in
his stead. If he didn t, he d have fewer occasions to wear this itchy, overstarched wool
blanket of a uniform in the Florida heat. Note: Look into new styles of dress uniforms.
To his left, Summer wept delicately into a hanky. Everything about her was delicate,
including the swelling, if there really was one, under her brand-new maternity dress. Roy
held her hand.
To his right, Brian lounged in the light-brown suit Mom and Kellie had picked out.
Brian had argued that it didn t fit his season, whatever the fuck that meant. Kellie had
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laughingly argued him down. You re a guy, she d said. Guys don t understand colors. He d
given in, as usual.
Sometimes Bri seemed to pick fights with Kellie just so he could give in and get a
consoling hug from her. Especially after one of the near-daily lost-homework showdowns.
Don t go there. This isn t the time to get mad about the homework.
The suit was a safer topic. Even after buying the suit, the ladies -- and Kellie -- had
spent unbelievable amounts of time arguing whether the color should be called camel or
what. Joe had suggested calling it pony, since it pretty much matched Kellie s pony. They d
thrown popcorn at him.
Then Bri had beat him to the chance to call the pony a camel.
Whatever the color was, the skipper s cat could shed all over it without visibly
grunging him up. Which was a strong argument in favor of wearing it. Bri would look good
in any color, anyway. He certainly looked good wearing nothing at all. Or just a fine layer of
sweat.
Low Joe agreed.
Brian tilted his head and whispered, Down, boy. We have plenty of time.
Amber Green
Being a bespectacled were-grammarian as well as a professional paper-pusher, I
submerge myself in fiction in an attempt to find high adventure (as opposed to anything
involving actual expenditure of sweat), lots of nookie, or sometimes just a reality that makes
sense. Really. Visit me at www.ShapeshiftersInLust.com or at the Romantic Times
Booklovers Convention!
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