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July 28 - July 29, 2023
Although, tying little ribbons and affixing gold stickers wasn’t his idea of a good time. That’s why he’d add zombies to the mix. Zombies made everything better.
A sexy librarian who did dirty, dirty things to rebels who returned books late and didn’t pay their fine.
“Velma made pancakes and some French thing.” “Quiche,” Velma corrected. Speaking of… Velma checked the quiche and tugged on two kitchen mitts in the same pattern as her paisley apron. “If you call it baked eggs, he’ll eat it.” Pam made herself comfortable on a barstool across the counter. “I made baked eggs.” Velma held up the pie plate and beamed at Brek.
A lavender-scented bubble bath and perhaps a lobotomy were on the agenda for the night—something
A new painting had been hung over the mantel. The colors were right for the room, but it was a canvas print of a pigeon wearing a ruffled lace ascot. The bird was positioned as though sitting for a traditional portrait with a captain’s hat on his head and an old-style mariner jacket.
“You take off your top. I’ll take off mine. You can check out my tattoos, make sure you like ’em. I’ll check out your girls, make sure I like ’em. Tit for tat.”
He chuckled as he stood. “Next time Ma sets you up, tell her to be sure the guy’s schedule is clear for the evening. You deserve his full attention.”
Bride Number One held what he could only imagine was a dog—one of those teeny-tiny teacup canine things. A tornado of fluff and yap.
The dog glanced up to him with the biggest eyes he’d ever seen on a canine, and son of a bitch, he was a goner.
Women are like grenades.” Jase pointed a finger at him. “They seem fine, sure. But one day, without warning, they’ll blow up your house.”
“Why lilies?” Jase tied tissue paper with a bow. “Women like ’em. They mean purity.” “Isn’t purity the opposite of what I’m goin’ for?” “Reverse psychology.”
“Bride and groom pick five options before we get here. Maggie brings ’em out. We sample and then support the bride in her poor decision-making when she picks the wrong one.”
“If people can’t appreciate all you bring to the table, they don’t deserve to be in your life.”
“The compass is so I can find my way back to you,” he announced.
“Also, I think my dick’s in love with you.” His voice strained with emotion.
“It happened shortly after I fell in love with you.” He’d gone pale again, and the vein in his throat pounded visibly.
