“I tear my lips away from hers and fling her over my shoulder. “Hey!” she protests, kicking her feet and slapping me on the back. “You can’t just pick me up like I’m a sack of potatoes! I am not… — Dolores Lane Copy Share
“I tear my lips away from hers and fling her over my shoulder. “Hey!” she protests, kicking her feet and slapping me on the back. “You can’t just pick me up like I’m a sack of potatoes! I am not a potato!” I laugh, and Lord, am I in love with this woman. “You’re not a potato,” I confirm as… — Dolores Lane Copy Share