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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.
“You’ve got me confused with one of those women who needs a ring on her finger to feel complete. I don’t put those kinds of expectations on men. And I’d say I’m sorry things didn’t work out between you and Hugh, but based on your current amount of crazy, I’d say he dodged a bullet.”
She must have had work done. Good work. Not the kind that made a woman look like she had a chip clip holding everything together on the back of her neck.
If this town got any smaller, it would be the social equivalent of wearing Spanx.
She grabbed Cappy’s carrier bag and shoved him into it, which was like stuffing twenty-seven pounds of furry sausage into a two-pound casing, but so be it.
A vampire in a romance novel was something very different than one standing in front of you.
When they got to the part of the service about anyone objecting, I stood up and told him exactly what I thought about him, his treatment of my mother and his failure to show up at the funeral.”
You’re my last thought of the day and my first thought when I awake.”
Panic tripped over his skin in electric bursts.

