Secrets From the Grave (The Veil Diaries, #6)

by B.L. Brunnemer

“Well, if you look closely, he’s in his tighty whities and no one’s noticing.” He was also doing a marvelous impression of a windmill.

“Come on, darling,” I said in a more effeminate voice while I put my arm around his shoulders. “We need to get the poodles back from the dog sitter in an hour.” He sighed as we walked toward the door. “Why does every girl think I’m gay just because I’m not ogling her?” I shrugged. “I have no idea.”