Friday Night Bites (Chicagoland Vampires, #2)

by Chloe Neill

“She has, like, fourteen kinds of lotion.” He had trouble getting out the words, his shock and chagrin at Mallory’s moisturizer stockpile apparently that intense. Mallory waved her glass at me. “Tell him.” “Women moisturize,” I reminded him. “Different lotions for different body parts, different scents for different occasions.” “Different thicknesses for different seasons,” Mallory added. “It’s pretty complicated, actually.” Catcher dumped a cutting board of trimmed asparagus into a steamer pot. “It’s lotion. I’m pretty sure science has advanced to the point that you can buy a single bottle that will take care of all that.” “Missing the point,” I said. “He’s missing the point,” Mallory parroted. “You’re totally missing the point.” Catcher snorted and turned to face us, arms crossed over a Marquette T-shirt. “You two would agree that the world is flat if it meant you could gang up on me.”