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" You know,” she said to Ferbus, “I’ve been thinking.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
Not in the mood for his antics, Lex grabbed a pair of scissors and brandished them in his face. “I really suggest you rid your work space of sharp objects, we wouldn’t want any unfortunate castrations, now would we?”
“Driggs!” Ferbus yelled into the spidery Lair, where Driggs had wandered to get away from their constant squabbling. “Your partner is threatening to neuter me!”
“Yeah, she does that,” Driggs said from within. "
― Gina Damico , Croak (Croak, #1)
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" Hey, I have an idea,” Lex said. “Give me a sec.”
He kept trying. “Idea as in ‘good idea,’ or idea as in ‘let’s take the Ferris wheel, everyone, I’m sure it’ll be a carefree ride of thrills and delights and whimsy’—”
“Does this help?”
Driggs opened his eyes and, in the space of a yoctosecond, popped right into a solid body. Lex half expected to hear a wacky boing sound effect.
She grabbed his arm to keep him that way, while he kept on staring at her bare chest. “So,” he said, swallowing, “good idea, then.”
“Thank you.”
He pulled her close and gave her a kiss. “And thank you for sparing me your devil corset.”
She held it up and waved it in his face. “It’s a standard bra, Driggs. From, like, Target.”
“Satan employs many disguises.”
“Like you’re from the Land of Superior Underwear. Let’s see what sort of designer boxers you’ve chosen to grace my presence with today.” She unzipped his pants and looked. “Dude. Penguins?”
“Um, penguins are officially recognized as the most adorable bird on the planet,” he said, a hint of anxiety creeping into his voice. “What’s wrong with penguins?”
“Nothing—”
“And igloos. See their little igloos?”
“Yes—”
“The Santa hats are a bit much, I’ll give you that, but they were a Christmas present, okay? And if I’d known that I was going to die while wearing them and be forever doomed to their Arctic quirkiness—and of hypothermia, too, how’s that for irony—”
“Driggs,” she interrupted, grabbing his chin and boring her eyes into his. “I thought we were on a tight time frame here.”
“Right.” He scratched his head. “I think that perhaps, since I’m talking way too much, there is the slightest chance that I might be a tiny bit nervous.”
Lex smirked. “Relax, spaz.”
“Oh, no way. You do not get to use that against me. "
― Gina Damico , Rogue (Croak, #3)
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" So Lex was psyched. She made her way into the restaurant, Lights Out, and spotted Driggs toward the back. He was once again wearing Uncle Mort’s ill-fitting old suit, and once again, he looked ridiculous.
But still hot. Driggs could wear a tap-dancing walrus costume and still look hot.
He did a spit-take as she approached. “Holy shitballs,” he said, scanning her up and down. “You look gorgeous.”
Lex laughed. “Thanks.”
“You’re wearing a dress,” he informed her.
“And yet I haven’t burst into flames. I’m just as surprised as you are.”
“Well, warn me next time so my heart doesn’t explode.” He got up to pull out her chair.
She snickered. “Pretending to be a gentleman, are we?”
“Gotta try at least once a year, or I’ll lose my license.” He ran a hand up her leg and grinned. “Nice gams.”
She leaned in to kiss him, sniffing at the tart scent of his aftershave. “Nice face. "
― Gina Damico , Scorch (Croak, #2)