I don’t waste any more time, already darting out of the glass doors and across the front lawn to Lucky’s wild cries of, “Run like the wind, babe!” I dare a look over my shoulder as I bolt outside. Dom has pushed off Beau and is moving quickly toward the glass doors after me. I can’t help but shriek again and glance back as I scatter. Lucky, I’m going to murder you for this! I swear inwardly as his bright, elfin laughter follows me from the building.
this was the funniest scene
