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1 " Oh, sweet peaches and cream, this hurts.” “Child, what have you done to your foot?” Beth glanced down to see blood dripping from the side of her sandal. “Crap.” “Honey, that’s blood. That calls for a shit or a damn or something stronger than crap. "
― Terri Osburn , Meant to Be (Anchor Island, #1)
2 " Sid slapped her hands on the bar. “Good Lord, woman, unclench your sphincter and have another drink. "
3 " Come on, she’s gorgeous. Guys in Richmond would be drooling right now.” Joe’s brows shot up, and he turned as if expecting to see someone new behind him. “Sid?” “You’d have to be a eunuch not to see that.” Joe looked insulted by that insinuation. “You know what I mean. Who is she anyway?” “She’s my boat mechanic. A pain in the ass, but she can fix anything you put in front of her.” Beth couldn’t respond. She’d need to lift her jaw off the floor to do that.“What?” Joe asked, looking perplexed again. “That is your boat mechanic? You work with a woman Hugh Hefner would pay a million bucks for, yet you claim not to notice she’s the slightest bit attractive?” Beth pulled the tray to her now inferior-feeling chest and wrapped her arms around it. “Is that why you’re so cranky all the time?” Joe’s mouth clamped shut and his eyes narrowed. “You’re out of your mind. Sid isn’t…” He trailed off as he looked again to the woman in question and got a straight shot of a well-shaped bottom. “You’re nuts,” he said, stomping out of the room. Before Beth could follow behind him, he leaned back in to yell, “And I’m not cranky! "
4 " Some choices can’t be undone. Some wounds can’t be healed. "