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Yep ... had to skip to the end of that chapter. Pop needs to die a slow, painful death. Casey's parents aren't much better. VERY close to pulling the plug on this one! Overdone trope ... that I'm sick of and always makes me see red! 🤬🤬🤬

“If you weren’t a failure as a son, I wouldn’t need to bother the nurses with crap like warming up my Egg McMuffin.”

“You like Egg McMuffins. That’s all you’ve ever asked me to bring.”

"I know you’re so worthless you’d never bring anything else. It’s the best I can hope for.”

Pop needs a pillow over the face for Christmas. SO many people in this world aren't worth the air they breathe. UGH!!!

“What is going on out here?” An amused Welsh voice sounds from the door and I jump.

“What the fuck? You should wear a bell.”

“And I might if I was a cat, but I’m not, so maybe some people should learn to use their ears.”

“You’re extremely pert for someone who’s in my employ.”

“I can’t help it. I’m Welsh. I’m born to repress your English tyranny.”

“There’s so much in that statement that’s wrong.”

I shake my head, thinking of the two men I’m about to get into bed with and looking down at my very disinterested cock.

“Russ, you’d need a medium and a séance to bring my dick back to life tonight.”

He laughs loudly and then sobers. “Maybe you should call it a night then. Go to bed on your own for a change, sir.”

“Okay, Nanny McPhee. And maybe I’d be better with a box of tissues and a wi-fi connection.”

Don't judge me 🤨

Doing LOTS of skimming ... does not bode well! 😔

It might be better to cut his losses & forestall further humiliation. Or, hell, he could always go to Costco like his mom had asked. The employees there might not give him a big ol’ hug either, but they wouldn’t make him feel like a total piece of shit by just walking away like he wasn’t worth their time.

Exactly, Casey! Don't take that shit!
Don't be a dick, Joel ...
get your head outta your ass!

Bodine had seen six men ride into town. If the other four were as ugly as the two who stepped into the store, they could all make a living haunting old houses.

Heavy breaths hitting the back of my neck and warm arm gripping tight around my waist, I maybe blur the lines a little. A harmless amount. The kind of blurring where you look at two friends and can imagine them dating but know they really aren’t because they’re not idiots. That’s us. Not idiots. Just friends.

Who maybe make each other come.

Occasionally.

Delightful ... and hilarious ... start to the second book in the Corfu Trilogy. 😄

WAAAAAAYYYYYYY too dragged out ...
snail's pace storyline. 😞🥱😴

Dear Mr. Frost ...
you ain't Stephen King! 🙄