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. Irrational anger bubbled to the surface and all I could think about was murdering the map.
“BY MOTHRA’S NIPPLES! I FUCKING HATE THIS MAP!” “I decided the map was clearly written by masochistic-doodling ancient Egyptians because everything was hieroglyphics and unreadable doodads. “Just ask her out already,” Cletus demanded. Jethro pressed his lips together and I could see the hint of a smile there amidst his frustration. I do have the hots for your face, but it isn’t at all ugly.”Īt this Cletus snorted and grumbled, “Well, it ain’t pretty.”
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. Don’t speak ever again.” Jethro’s gaze darted to me then away as he sighed, looking remorseful. “Dammit, Cletus,” Jethro growled, turning the ignition and shooting his brother an incendiary look. I clamped a hand over my mouth just as shocked laughter burst from my lips. And I know you’ve been thinking about her, judging by how long you took in the bathroom this morning.” She’s got the hots for your ugly face, Lord help her. “Don’t clutch your pearls at me, big brother. Jethro’s eyes widened, and he glared at his brother’s reflection in the rearview mirror, snapping, “Cletus.” Somewhere private, for discussing things.” “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.
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