She was an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, sweet, sexy idiot.
If I let you go are you going to hit me again?” “What do you think?” “Then I’m not going to let you go.
Three Denises wobbled in front of her, all of them watching her with fond concern. “You’re a sweetie. I appreciate you cheering me on from the sidelines. But I think I need to go to the bathroom now and throw up.
You realise you’re going to owe me dinner after this, right?” “How does McDonald’s sound?” “Inadequate.
Is there somebody out there? Amy, is that you?” her mother called. “No. Tell me this isn’t happening.” Quinn rested his forehead against hers. “Has she got a wiretap on you or something? I swear, she’s like a walking hard-on detector.” ...
