Fruitcakes and Other Leftovers
“Thanks for inviting me. The party was better than winning the lottery.”
“Oh, sure,” Beth scoffed.
“Seriously,” Russ continued. “Money can only buy things. Family and friends are priceless.”
Drawing her closer to him, he met her expressive gaze. Surprise, question, curiosity filled her eyes. And she had such a kissable mouth. He brushed her lips once, twice, then lingered.
“You taste good,” he murmured. “Isn’t this better than wanting to leave?”
“Yes,” she whispered, but there was fear in her response.
“What are you afraid of, Beth?”
“You.”
He chuckled. “I’m harmless.” He was so harmless he was a disgrace to manhood.
“No,” she said gently, and pushed him away.
“You’re quite lethal. I have to go back.”
He watched her walk away.
Beth was wrong. She was the loaded weapon.
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