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12 pages, Audio
First published December 31, 2010
“He sounds like Jesus. Except rich and sexy.”
“Watch it, Meg. In this town joking about Jesus could get you shot. You’ve never seen so many of the faithful who’re armed.”
No wonder he was a legend. He knew exactly how to drive a woman to her maximum sexual pleasure. So why was she so disappointed.
“Come on, Ted. I’m not exactly the type to be a rich man’s bimbo.”
“That’s true.” A world of compassion softened his voice. “Bimbos are generally good-hearted women who are pleasant to be around.”
“Spoken from experience, I’m sure. By the way, you may be God Almighty on the golf course, but you’re a lousy dancer. Let me lead.”
“This is America. We’re entitled to our opinions.”
“Wrong. This is Texas. And my opinion is the only one that counts.”
“The sooner we get through this, the sooner I can strip you naked, lose my self control, and humiliate myself again.”
Her voice gained strength with the rightness of what she was doing. “You all know what I mean. The way the birds start to sing when he walks outside. That’s creepy, right? And those halos that keep popping up around his head?”
But even though Meg knows that breaking up her best friend's wedding is the right thing to do, no one else seems to agree. Faster than Lucy can say "I don't," Meg becomes the most hated woman in town—a town she's stuck in with a dead car, an empty wallet, and a very angry bridegroom.
These were Texan men - tall, lean, steely-eyed and rugged - manly men who'd never heard of male moisturisers, chest waxes or paying more than twenty dollars for a haircut. They were the genuine article - the archetypal American hero civilising the West with a set of golf clubs instead of a winchester.
This was his revenge. He was going to foreplay her to death.
Did he ever lose control?
"Hard to get rid of old friends."
"He’s the Lamb of God, and I’m the town bad girl.”
His cool to her hot. His orderly to her messy.
“You’re living here rent free,” he pointed out. “The least you could do is keep beer in the refrigerator for company.”
“You’re not company. You’re an infestation. What do you want?”
As Emma searched for the right word, Meg jumped in to help her out. “National humiliation? Public debasement? Looking like a weenie?”
“That’s uncalled for,” Torie protested. “Considering you were responsible.”
“I’m not the one who dumped his sorry ass,” Meg said. “Why can’t you people get that through your thick heads?”
He adopted a faraway look. “I sure do miss that woman. Smart. Funny. Sweet. She never gave me a moment’s trouble.”
“Gosh, I’m sorry about that. I knew it was boring between you two, but not that bad.”
“You’ll see it when everybody else does.”
“I don’t understand why you let Kayla see it, but not me.”
“Because she’s my fashion consultant, and you’re merely my nagging future mother-in-law.”
“Will you marry me, Meg Koranda?” he said as he pulled her into the bathroom.
“Definitely. But I’m keeping my last name just to piss off your mother.”
“Excellent. Now take off your clothes.”
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Lucy is the daughter of a former president of the United States. Meg Koranda is the offspring of legends.
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