“You like pickles? You’d love me right about now.” “My mouth’s watering, Rosie Clamshell,” he says, all sexy-playful, and now I just have to confront the thought that’s been floating around me. This guy is so hot. Then I remember a point I really need to reiterate. “I’m not gorgeous like my sister.” “Was she? Is she?” He doesn’t sound very interested. “All I seem to recall is she was an abandoner of my poor Rosie.”
