Just a snippet
 We immediately fell for each other. I loved how John's normally grim visage-furrowed deep from grappling with the vexing issue of bike-path tolls: pro or con, or both? — lit up like a Pittsburgh dawn when I bought him the Tahoe house for our special one-month going-out anniversary! "By the Sacred Skull of Mithra!, as we used to say in Bones, you're just the kind of woman I've been looking for," he cried. Reader, I melted. Being a woman of experience whose veins pump with spicy Mozambican-Portuguese blood, I can tell you candidly that his kisses became ever more enflamed with passion as we jetted to Fox Chapel aboard Ketchup 57, my second-largest Gulfstream. "By the Knight of Euloga, this would make a great campaign plane," he murmured, enigmatically. I even adored his nickname for me-"honey-bunny"-though Andre says he once overheard John tell Ted I was his "money-honey," whatever that is. |
