Authors: Emma Heatherington
Tags: #Contemporary Fiction, #Humor, #Contemporary Women, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Romance, #Sagas, #New Adult & College, #Inspirational, #Women's Fiction, #Literature & Fiction
“I’
m
starvin
g
too,
”
sai
d
Gin
a
an
d
th
e
other
s
lifte
d
their head
s
fro
m
th
e
men
u
an
d
the
n
the
y
al
l
le
t
ou
t
a
giggle
.
“
Someho
w
,
tha
t
doesn
’
t
surpris
e
us!
”
sai
d
T
ess
.
“
Y
ou
’
ve
probabl
y
burne
d
of
f
mor
e
calorie
s
tha
n
yo
u
have
consume
d
i
n
a
fortnight!
”
Gin
a
wa
s
stil
l
th
e
sta
r
o
f
th
e
sho
w
i
n
th
e
wak
e
o
f
her rampan
t
rid
e
wit
h
Marco
,
th
e
Italia
n
Stallio
n
fro
m
Berkshire.
“Di
d
yo
u
no
t
fee
l
a
we
e
bi
t
guilt
y
leavin
g
Marc
o
without
e
ve
n
sayin
g
goodby
e
o
r
gettin
g
hi
s
numbe
r
t
o
sta
y
in
touch?
”
aske
d
Poll
y
.
Sh
e
seeme
d
ver
y
concerne
d
abou
t
poor Marco
’
s
feeling
s
bu
t
the
n
tha
t
wa
s
typica
l
o
f
he
r
,
always
thinkin
g
o
f
ho
w
peopl
e
fel
t
inside
.
“Honestl
y
,
Poll
y
,
”
sai
d
Gina
,
ove
r
th
e
to
p
o
f
he
r
menu, “
I
don
’
t
thin
k
Marc
o
wil
l
b
e
to
o
concerned
.
H
e
comes
her
e
ever
y
yea
r
t
o
reflect
.
I’
m
sur
e
I
a
m
onl
y
on
e
o
f
many wome
n
t
o
hav
e
share
d
hi
s
be
d
dow
n
th
e
years
.
H
e
i
s
a
virile
,
hot
,
gorgeou
s
ma
n
an
d
I’
m
sur
e
h
e
ha
s
forgotte
n
me
alread
y
.
It
’
s
a
bi
t
lik
e
tha
t
son
g
–
yo
u
kno
w
,
th
e
on
e
about th
e
rain
y
nigh
t
an
d
th
e
woma
n
pick
s
u
p
th
e
ma
n
a
t
the
sid
e
o
f
th
e
roa
d
.
.
.
what
’
s
i
t
called?
”
“Oh
,
yea
h
I
kno
w
th
e
one!
”
sai
d
T
es
s
an
d
sh
e
bega
n
to
sin
g
th
e
choru
s
o
f
Heart
’
s
‘Al
l
I
W
an
t
t
o
D
o
i
s
Mak
e
Love
t
o
Y
ou’
.
“
I
lov
e
tha
t
song,
”
sai
d
Rut
h
an
d
sh
e
bega
n
t
o
sing
too
.
“Didn
’
t
sh
e
ge
t
pregnan
t
i
n
tha
t
song?
”
aske
d
T
ess
.
She
love
d
he
r
musi
c
trivia
.
“
I
hav
e
n
o
ide
a
bu
t
there
’
s
n
o
hop
e
o
f
tha
t
happening
t
o
me,
”
Gin
a
said
.
“
W
e
too
k
al
l
precaution
s
necessar
y
and
I’
m
pille
d
u
p
eve
r
sinc
e
ou
r
Dann
y
cam
e
along
.
T
revor
neve
r
wante
d
an
y
more
.
I
woul
d
hav
e
love
d
anothe
r
child.”
“
Y
o
u
kno
w
,
al
l
thi
s
tal
k
o
f
rampan
t
lovin
g
i
s
kin
d
of stirrin
g
m
y
loins,
”
sai
d
Ruth
,
shiftin
g
i
n
he
r
sea
t
and rubbin
g
he
r
thighs
.
“See
,
Gina
!
Se
e
wha
t
yo
u
started
!
And her
e
wa
s
m
e
sayin
g
tha
t
I
wouldn
’
t
eve
n
tak
e
i
t
from
Johnn
y
Dep
p
whe
n
w
e
lef
t
hom
e
thi
s
morning
.
Right no
w
,
I’
d
tak
e
i
t
of
f
tha
t
Chines
e
waite
r
i
f
h
e
offered
.
Not tha
t
h
e
would.
”
Th
e
girl
s
eye
d
u
p
th
e
waite
r
wh
o
wa
s
approachin
g
the table
.
H
e
looke
d
a
bi
t
cautious
,
a
s
i
f
h
e
kne
w
h
e
wa
s
the subjec
t
o
f
a
ver
y
illici
t
conversatio
n
an
d
th
e
girl
s
singing
ha
d
cause
d
a
mor
e
riotou
s
atmospher
e
tha
n
wha
t
h
e
was obviousl
y
use
d
to
.