“Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble. "Amy?" Oh, God. It was Amy. "Get away from her," Jenna ordered, stepping out from behind the conifer, wielding the iron pan like a club. Both men stopped. Glanced at her. Glanced at each other over Amy's head. "What?" The biggest one grunted out a surly laugh. "Or you'll souffle us?" Okay. She was definitely going after him first.” MenWayFirstsTwoBodyBehindsLaughingSawsTreeDangerousFiguresTypeOkayFortuneSoldierClubsIronGet AwayAmyTrunksSlimRubblePetiteSurlyTree TrunksSouffle Author:Cindy Gerard
“Men. They're idiots. It's like they all take a vow of stupidity or something.” MenStupidityIdiotVow Author:Cindy Gerard
“Without illusions. I love you because you are fallible and because your poor misguided testosterone-corrupted brain has you doing cartwheels trying not to be. I love you because of all you are and because of all you're not. And because, no matter what, you are all the man I'll ever need.” MenNeedsTryingMatterPoorBrainLove YouIllusionNo Matter WhatMisguidedTestosteroneI Love You BecauseCartwheels Author:Cindy Gerard
