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1 " So, what, you think everyone is just out there fucking up all the time and then eventually finding someone who doesn’t mind the way they fuck up? "
― K.M. Neuhold , Nailed (Four Bears Construction, #2)
2 " Ouch, someone’s got a chimp on his shoulder this morning, "
3 " I shit you not, she opened the door to let me in, and four chickens ran out.” Ollie’s voice echoes down the hallway of the Four Bears Construction office building, followed by the booming laugh of my other two co-owners and best friends, Cole and Everett. "
4 " Nothing. You just remind me of my pinky toe,” he says, and I scrunch my eyebrows at him. “What?” Is this going to be another one of his ass backward colloquialisms? “Sooner or later I’m going to bang you on a table,” he answers with a devilish smirk. "
5 " The expression is ‘there’s more than one way to skin a cat’,” I correct him. He looks stricken. “What kind of sick fuck skins a cat? "
6 " My dad always told me I’m too rough around the edges, I’ll never hold down a job,” he admits, his cheeks pinking slightly. “Eh, smooth edges are for buttplugs. "
7 " smile. If he hasn’t figured out by now that irritating him is my kink, I really can’t help him. "
8 " The plot thickens,” Stone says in a playful voice, leaning in and resting his arm on the bar. “Also, I sometimes call my dick the plot. "
9 " Keep them off my lawn,” I say again with as much dignity as a man can possess standing bare ass naked while a goat eats his underwear. I storm back into my house, dragging Rudy along with me. And, dammit, I promised myself I’d walk away "
10 " Stone is lucky I’ve had all this court-ordered anger management, because if he’d pulled any of this shit on me in my twenties, he would’ve ended up with a black eye. I’m not proud of the bad "
11 " I’m almost afraid to make fun of how bad you are in case there’s an actual underlying condition that makes you so very bad at darts. Like, were your parents first cousins who also sucked at darts? "
12 " Stop it,” I squeal. Yes, I squeal, and I’m not entirely proud of that, but I’m being molested by a goat, so it’s not my finest moment all around. He isn’t fazed by my protests, keeping a tight hold on my underwear and tugging them. They slip down off my ass, coming dangerously close to exposing my limp cock. "
13 " Unless he’s luring me into a false sense of security? He’s waiting for me to let my guard down, and then bam, he’ll back a cement truck right up to my garage and fill it solid. I shudder at the thought. On the other hand, it’s possible I’m being overly paranoid. "
14 " Something I can help you with?” “Nothing. You just remind me of my pinky toe,” he says, and I scrunch my eyebrows at him. “What?” Is this going to be another one of his ass backward colloquialisms? “Sooner or later I’m going to bang you on a table,” he answers with a devilish smirk. "
15 " Look, let’s stop beating the bush, and you can tell me what you’re actually mad about here, because I doubt it’s the fact "
16 " turns out Dare sucks at darts. “I’m almost afraid to make fun of how bad you are in case there’s an actual underlying condition that makes you so very bad at darts. Like, were your parents first cousins who also sucked at darts? "
17 " the tail end of a conversation. “I’m between a cock and a hard place here,” Stone says. "
