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A man without a sweet tooth was not to be trusted.
Captain Underpants did not like to wait for his dinner. She had originally named the cat Princess Buttercream, but as it turned out, Princess Buttercream was a boy. Delaney was a whiz with candy, lousy at guessing cat gender.
A small cow walked toward him and meowed. “What on earth is—Stanhill mentioned you brought your cat. He failed to mention the creature is the size of an SUV.”
If this town got any smaller, it would be the social equivalent of wearing Spanx.
Plus, it never hurt to have a werewolf in your corner.
She also guessed smiling wasn’t big on his list of things to do.
OH NO HE'S A GRUMPY STORMCLOUD, MY WEAKNESS!
The calories in a single chocolate chip produce enough energy to walk one hundred and fifty feet.
Please, in the name of all things sweet and sugary, do not tell me you sparkle.”
“Can you make your fangs go away just as easily?” “Sure.” He grinned to show her they were gone. “Too frightening?” “No. Too hazardous.” Then she leaned forward and planted her mouth on his.
He bent his forehead to hers, needing to connect himself to her as much as possible.
THEY GET IT
