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I’d never considered tool belts to be sexy, but on Scarlett’s swaying hips, I was willing to reconsider my stance.
Say what you want about Gibson Bodine, but my brother has a heart of gold. It’s just under a whole bunch of thorns. And maybe some gargoyles and fire-breathing dragons. But it’s there, and it’s a whole lot bigger than anyone else knows.
“If I ask you something, will you give me a straight answer?” “Sure.” “What’s a pepperoni roll?” “Are you fucking serious?” I gaped at him. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Clarabell, get this man a pepperoni roll stat!”
“Deck party. It’s the perfect day for it. I’ve got a cooler of sandwiches, beers, water. And I’m not takin’ no for an answer. So get your fine ass moving.” I wasn’t exactly sure where to start. What was a deck party? And did she really think I had a fine ass?
She cheated on him and laughed in his face when he called her out on it. Gibson didn’t hit women. But I sure did.
Scarlett is at risk of punching someone at any moment
He was going through a rough patch, and I was a sucker for someone who needed a little extra loving.
But the way he looked at me was a lot different from the way every other man in town did. It was downright impossible to be sexy and mysterious with a guy who’d dared you to eat paste in kindergarten.
“Cut us some slack, Scar,” Bowie butted in. “No. You all need to cut me some slack. You raised me. It’s your fault. So deal with it.”
She looked back and forth between Bowie and Jonah, and I saw the recognition hit her like a ton of bricks. “Well, I’ll be…”
“Well, I’ll be” is one of my all time favorite southern phrases
“Are we seriously drinking moonshine before a softball game?” “League rules. We also drink during the game if that makes you feel any better.” It did not.
I’d played Little League. When I was eight. And I’d been to my fair share of Nationals games. I could handle this.
Misty Lynn with her bleach blonde hair and very tight t-shirt sashayed up the diamond with a microphone and belted out a reasonably okay and quite dramatic version of the anthem.
Will be stealing that descriptor thank you
And peanut shells and dust all over the floor. When I’d asked about it, I was told that no one in Bootleg had peanut allergies.
What if she only invited me to be polite? Or what if it was a group hangout kind of thing, and I’d manscaped for no reason?
“I’ll be your boyfriend on one condition.” “What’s that?” “You promise to never cook again.”
“This is Scarlett?” Johanna asked, aghast. “Oh, you must be the lying, cheating, piece of garbage ex-wife. Bless your heart,” Scarlett said, batting her lashes.
“You know what?” Cassidy said, looking at me with disdain. “The longer I talk to you, the more I just wanna punch you right in the face.” “Bring it on, Deputy Assface.” Cassidy sucker punched me right in the dang face.
I was gonna kill him and then tell him that I loved him so much it hurt to take a breath without him in my life. But definitely kill him first.
“I, Scarlett Rose Bodine, love you, Devlin Brooks McCallister. And you’re a fucking idiot if you think I’m letting you leave again without me.” “You dumped me, remember?” “I didn’t say you were the only idiot,”
