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a tiny girl is airborne as she takes a flying leap from the yard down to the water’s edge. “Time’s up, nerd,” she huffs as she lands on the rocks, catching herself easily.
That girl could sell a hamburger to a vegan.”
“More like she’d hold a vegan down and force-feed them a burger.”
“My dad always tells me that no means to try harder. So, if I say, ‘Dad, can I have a freezie?’ and he says, ‘No,’ I just try harder. I’m working on a pony now. He keeps saying no, but I’m not giving up.”
“I think I saw something in the trees.” “Was it your ability to lie fleeing the premises?” Fucking intuitive motherfucker.
“Never thought I’d see the day that Skylar Stone walked you like a dog, but here we are.”
“I’m not fun. I thought we were here to shit-talk Rhys.” “What are we going to say to him?” I ask, trying to contain my laughter. “Your physique is too much like Jason Momoa, Rhys,” I mock-shout with a hand cupped by my mouth. Rosie laughs. Tabby does not. Then Rosie follows suit. “The way you fill out those jeans is criminal, Rhys.” Then me. “Your hands don’t need to be that big, Rhys.” Then Rosie. “How dare you defend Tabby’s honor, Rhys? You piece of shit.”
“Skylar, we need to talk about bear safety,” she says somberly.
“You think I’m going to stab a bear?” She rolls her eyes like my aversion to violence is childish. “I’ll teach you how. You go for the eyes or mouth.” “I don’t think I’m equipped to fight off a bear. I’d just let him eat me.” “Skylar, that’s quitter talk. Plus, my dad would be really sad if his favorite singer died.”
“Then this fucking breather is over. You can go ahead and breathe through your nose because this mouth will be busy.” She flushes, teeth pressing down on her lip. “That’s not really what I meant by a breather.” “Breathing is overrated. I’d rather be drowning in you.”
“Woman, we pulled up to underwear and a condom on the driveway. We both knew he was just fine. Now let’s go. I didn’t get you that fake ID for nothing.”
“That’s my fucking girl,” he whoops, and I squeeze him harder. My number-one fan.
When he straightens, he tugs at his lapels to smooth his jacket and then takes my hand. “Skylar, let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
“What’s so funny?” His eyes slice over to me and his fingers pulse around mine. “Three.” “Three what?” Now he grins. “Noses.” I bark out a laugh as we step into the sun. “It’s okay, I heard he knows a great surgeon.”
“Hi, friend. Are you hungry?” “Yeah, for blood.” Fucking West.
