“I can't belly dance.' Yes, you can. It's in your fi--' Will you stop reading my goddamn file!” — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
“Quick, think of a marvelous excuse he’ll totally swallow. Aha!“To practice. Unlike you guys, I haven’t tried my particular talent since Granny May signed me up for belly-dancing classes when I was fifteen.”And, by the way, why the hell did… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
“I sat up. Slowly. Between the belly dancing, the fire, the visit to Dave and it's aftermath, the night had taken its toll. You… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
Unbelievable. After what just happened between us no, I don’t have any right. None at all. We’re barely a couple. We’re not even sleeping… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
I like these boots," I told Vayl. "Do you think they'd sell them to me cheap? I keep ruining mine." "Since when do you… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
Jumping up and down is definitely sexy," Vayl assured me. "Would you like to do it two or three times right now before we… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
“Cassandra watched him go, slumping a little as the distance between them grew. "He was so nice." "Yeah." "And look at that butt." I… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
The padlock clicked open. A voice soundingoddly like South Parks's Cartman echoed through my quivering brain. Goddammit! — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
communication is such a two-edged sword for guys. On the one hand, they almost always mean what they say. Refreshing, I know. On the… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
Okay, okay, backing off. Um, I suppose this would be a bad time to ask you to talk to Pete for me, you know,… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
“WHAT?!" I felt the prickling along my scalp that signaled Big Anger. I wished I was the Queen of Hearts so I could just… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
Have you dared to eat my son?" I laughed. Actually, it started out as more of a giggle that grew. Because my mind went… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
Sometimes things would be so much simpler if you could just pull out your gun and shoot the bad guy. Reason number seventeen why… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
“I can't belly dance.' Yes, you can. It's in your fi--' Will you stop reading my goddamn file!” — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
