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certain situations threw me into anxiety-induced diarrhea
A 1956 Porsche 356 Speedster in aquamarine blue metallic.
“I do not have time for diarrhea,” I chanted to my digestive system.
Me daily
anger made me stupidly brave.
“Do you still steal?” A smile flickered across his face. “Only when absolutely necessary,” he said, slipping a hand into his suit jacket. Oh, God. “Is that my father’s…” “Wallet. Yes. It seems he left it behind. Pity.”
if she kept smiling like that, I was going to have a problem not falling hard for her.
“So you broke into her house and pulled the old Say Hello to My Little Friend?”
The woman was a manipulative liar, and I was already half in love with her.
We’ll have a say over everything, we thought. It’ll be great, we thought. Turns out, we were stupid.
“I was jealous,” I admitted finally. “Let’s let the topic drop before one of us humiliates himself any further,” she suggested primly.
What’s life without a little humiliation, a little pain? A little honesty?”
“You’ll go toe-to-toe with your father in a shouting match and then wear a color your mother insists makes you look washed out.
“We are a supremely bad idea,” she reminded me. “I agree. But wouldn’t it be a fun mistake to make?”
I doubted spending fifty years married to the man would dilute his sex appeal.
“Darling, someday we’ll tell this story at our fiftieth wedding anniversary as the exact moment you realized you were head over heels for me,” he quipped.
What will everyone say?” My mother’s motto in life.
“That tall drink of water over there is my husband, Aiden Kilbourn. He’s probably negotiating the price of a small country.” “He’s very handsome,” I said. Franchesca lifted a shoulder, her thick dark curls spilling over it. “Yeah, he’s okay,”
AHHHH cameo by Aiden and Franchesca
Was there anything sexier than those long looks across a crowded room where everyone else just melted into the wallpaper?
“Say the word, love, and my hands will roam wherever you let them.”
I admittedly could still enjoy a well-timed fart joke,
You’ll see when you meet her.” “I’m not meeting your mother,” I scoffed. “I’ve already met your parents. It’s only fair. Besides, you’ll like mine.”
I was the only team member over the age of thirty, and sometimes they made me feel like I was over seventy.
I was sure of two things. One, I was not done with Emily Stanton, and two, it would not end well.
It wasn’t flowers or a love note but diarrheal medicine that made my heart do a slow, inevitable flip-flop in my chest.
You’re extraordinary. I’m just very, very ordinary.”
I wasn’t playing games anymore. I was playing for keeps.
“Can I help you, Emily?” “Can you help me? You can stand up so I can kick you in the balls.
“I’ll forgive you on one condition.” “Anything. Name it.” “I want burgers for dinner.”
“Someone might see us,” I chastised, my voice breathy. “What a pity.”
Rock bottom was nothing but a foundation. And I would rebuild. But this time, it would be the life that I wanted.
I was going to marry this woman, I decided. I just wasn’t sure how to con her into it.
“I love you, Emily.” “I am aware of this.” She grinned.
“You were expecting my proposal?” he asked, eyebrows winging up in innocence. “I woke up two months ago with you measuring my ring finger.”
“Our baby will know nothing but love, Emily,”
