The Wiener Across the Way (The Cocky Kingmans, #2)

by Amy Award

For all the women who’ve never been skinny dipping because you weren’t skinny. You can go chunky dunkin’ with me and the Kingman boys.

“Has anyone seen Wiener the Pooh?” If I wasn’t afraid either me or the dog were about to die, I would have snort laughed. She named her dachshund Wiener the Pooh? I had to assume that was who was growling and wagging her tail in front of me right now. I quietly called her name, but it had the same effect as before. More tail wagging. Okay, time for plan B. I slowly pulled my shirt up and over my head. No, I did not think I was going to dazzle the snake with my abs. That would have worked if Chris or Everett had tried it, I’m sure.

Who hit them with the supermodel stick?

Trixie groaned. “Where’s a rooster when you need one?” “What?” Kelsey stared at us all like we were insane. “A story for another night.” Trixie patted Kelsey’s shoulder. “Let’s just say we’ve got experience with the press and the paparazzi, as does Luke Skycocker.” Kelsey leaned over and stage whispered to me. “I know she’s saying words I understand on their own, but not when you put them in that order. I can’t wait to hear this story.”

“Oh. Gretchen Wiener the Pooh, don’t you be a mean girl and try to steal my man.”