He caught her staring and waggled his eyebrows. Heat flooded her cheeks, and she worked to recover. 'The minivan suits you. I think you should get one.' 'Sweetheart, I already have to beat the ladies off me with a stick. If I get one of these bad boys, I might cause a riot.' 'Do you ever stop?' 'I can go all. Night. Long.
Cara waggled a hand over the two of them. "It works better with your clothes off." Richard frowned. His voice came as a hoarse croak. "What?" She seemed mystified by the question. "I believe you will find such things work better without clothes." She put her hands to her hips. "I thought you would know at least that much.
They're just friends." This time it came out a little sharper. If I squeezed the mayo any harder, it was likely to explode. "She's helping him learn control." He waggled his eyebrows at me. The thin silver barbell above his right eye danced. "Control? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?
What're you doin' up so early?' 'Says the rancher, ' [Lainie] replied dryly. 'Funny. Maybe me 'n' Kyle had plans for this morning.' [Hank] waggled his eyebrows. 'Maybe you and Kyle should've gotten up sooner.' She sipped her coffee. 'The early cowboy gets to stick his worm in the cowgirl and all that.
Stargirl began to improvise. She flung her arms to a make-believe crowd like a celebrity on parade. She waggled her fingers at the stars. She churned her fists like an egg-beater. Every action echoed down the line behind her. The three hops of the bunny became three struts of a vaudeville vamp. Then a penguin waddle. Then tippy-toed priss. Every new move brought new laughter from the line.
So, ' I said. 'Exactly how long have the two of you been together? I assume that you've been going hot and heavy ever since that night at Fletcher's house when the bounty hunters interrupted you. Am I right?' Finn and Bria didn't look at me or each other. 'Right, ' Bria mumbled. 'Although if it makes you uncomfortable-' 'Then Gin's just going to have to deal with it, ' Finn cut her off. Bria stared at him in surprise. 'What?' Finn said. 'I worked too hard and too long to get you into my bed to just cut you loose now, cupcake.' Bria's eyes narrowed. 'Cupcake?' 'Cupcake.' Finn grinned at her. 'Or would you prefer snuggle bunny?' Bria's hand drifted down to the gun on her leather belt, as though she wanted to pull it out and shoot Finn with it. Well, it was good to know I wasn't the only one who occasionally had that reaction to him... Then I fixed them both with a hard stare. 'Just don't ask me to take sides when the two of you go at each other. Okay?' They nodded, then looked at each other. Finn waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, and Bria snorted. But she couldn't stop a grin from curving her lips.