" this damn town. When he told me he also needed a special kind of ointment for jock itch and had me go to five different places before he finally gave up, I should’ve known. I stifle a laugh. I’ll have to thank Brett tomorrow. Buy him breakfast. “Are you surprised?” I ask. “Very. I thought we’d have a quickie in the garage, and you’d head back "

― Becca Ann , Lonesome Beds and Bumpy Roads (Beds, #3)