Those Three Little Words (The Vancouver Agitators, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

I hit send and hope that the guys don’t hate on me. Holmes: Yeah, that’s awkward. Taters: Peggy Leggy? What the fuck is that? Posey: You know . . . Peggy Leggy could go either way. Charming or terrifying. Taters: Nothing is charming about Peggy Leggy. She is the deranged doll in your grandma’s attic that was never loved but somehow lost an arm anyway. Holmes: Can’t jump on board with Peggy Leggy. Sorry. Posey: I don’t think we’re being fair about Peggy Leggy. Hornsby: ENOUGH WITH PEGGY LEGGY! Taters: Dude, you can’t throw down a name like that without telling us you vetoed it. Can you imagine Peggy Leggy Hornsby? Woof. Posey: Hey, don’t you dare woof at Peggy Leggy. She might be a tattered shell of a baby, but she’s still Hornsby’s lineage. Holmes: Did you veto the name? Hornsby: Jesus Christ, of course I did. Peggy Leggy Hornsby is not happening. Taters: At least he didn’t lose his common sense, boys.