You're wearing a lace thong? Dolly clapped her hands. That's absolutely perfect for romance.
~ Peggy Webb
The jangle of the telephone rousted Matt out of a deep sleep. He never dreamed. Dreams were too messy.
She was a beautiful woman, fresh-scrubbed and wholesome. Just like his ex-fiancee. A heartless floozy in disguise.
He doesn't jingle my chimes.
Careful, Sandi. You're about to let your bulldog mouth overload your bird-dog bite.
How could he try to get Sandi to reveal her true colors when she was a rainbow?
You're so arrogant, you're almost macho.
