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" How’s the coffee?”
“She hasn’t had any yet,” Cletus answered for me, then added, “but she wants you to ask her on a date tonight, no place public. Somewhere private, for discussing things.”
Jethro’s eyes widened, and he glared at his brother’s reflection in the rearview mirror, snapping, “Cletus.”
“Don’t clutch your pearls at me, big brother. Look at her, for hootenanny’s sake. She’s got the hots for your ugly face, Lord help her. And I know you’ve been thinking about her, judging by how long you took in the bathroom this morning.”
I clamped a hand over my mouth just as shocked laughter burst from my lips.
“Dammit, Cletus,” Jethro growled, turning the ignition and shooting his brother an incendiary look. “You are the worst. Just, don’t speak. Ever. Don’t speak ever again.” Jethro’s gaze darted to me then away as he sighed, looking remorseful. “I’m so sorry.”
I placed my hand on Jethro’s thigh—FYI he had a really nice thigh—to ease his mind and because I wanted to touch him. “No, no. Please don’t apologize. He’s right and he’s wrong. I do have the hots for your face, but it isn’t at all ugly.”
At this Cletus snorted and grumbled, “Well, it ain’t pretty.”
Jethro pressed his lips together and I could see the hint of a smile there amidst his frustration. “Glad you have the hots for my face.”
“Just ask her out already,” Cletus demanded. “She ain’t doing anything tonight. You two will go out tonight. "
― Penny Reid , Grin and Beard It (Winston Brothers, #2)
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" I decided the map was clearly written by masochistic-doodling ancient Egyptians because everything was hieroglyphics and unreadable doodads.
I cursed the map.
“BY MOTHRA’S NIPPLES! I FUCKING HATE THIS MAP!”
Irrational anger bubbled to the surface and all I could think about was murdering the map. I would show the map who was boss.
I was boss.
Not some evil, wrong map from hell. I had no choice but to hit the map against the steering wheel several times, grunting and releasing a string of curses that would have made my sailor father proud. And maybe blush.
Then I opened my driver’s side door, still grunting and raging, and slammed the map against the car, threw it on the ground, stomped on it, kicked it, and just generally assaulted it in every way I could think of. I’m a little embarrassed to admit, in my mindlessness I was also taunting the map, questioning its virility, flipping it the bird, and cursing now in Spanish as well as English.
It was the most cardio I’d done in over twelve months.
Stupid map, making me do cardio. I’ll kill you! "
― Penny Reid , Grin and Beard It (Winston Brothers, #2)