Authors: Emma Heatherington
Tags: #Contemporary Fiction, #Humor, #Contemporary Women, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Romance, #Sagas, #New Adult & College, #Inspirational, #Women's Fiction, #Literature & Fiction
“
Y
o
u
ar
e
bein
g
watche
d
s
o
badly!
”
sai
d
Gin
a
t
o
T
ess
o
ve
r
th
e
sound
s
o
f
Bo
y
George
.
“The
y
can
’
t
tak
e
thei
r
eyes
of
f
you
.
Th
e
res
t
o
f
u
s
hav
e
n
o
blood
y
hop
e
whe
n
you’re
around!
”
“
W
ell
,
it
’
s
goo
d
fo
r
th
e
ego!
”
sai
d
T
ess
.
“Bu
t I
onl
y
have
eye
s
fo
r
m
y
Rob
.
Thi
s
i
s
jus
t
a
bi
t
o
f
fun
.
Believ
e
me
,
I
know
m
y
limits
!
The
y
ca
n
look
,
bu
t
don
’
t
the
y
dar
e
touch!
”
Ruth
,
o
n
th
e
othe
r
hand
,
hadn
’
t
notice
d
ho
w
T
es
s
was
c
entr
e
o
f
attention
.
Sh
e
wa
s
i
n
a
worl
d
o
f
he
r
own
,
pouting an
d
shakin
g
he
r
hip
s
a
s
i
f
sh
e
wa
s
a
Columbia
n
bab
e
like
Shakir
a
an
d
no
t
a
n
overweight
,
divorce
d
mothe
r
o
f
tw
o
who
wa
s
o
n
th
e
wron
g
sid
e
o
f
thirt
y
an
d
wh
o
woul
d
loo
k
more a
t
hom
e
a
t
a
n
undergroun
d
Got
h
gatherin
g
th
an
i
n
an
eightie
s
karaok
e
bar
!
Poll
y
watche
d
fro
m
afa
r
fro
m
th
e
vinegar
y
sea
t
with
slight
anger
and
slight
env
y
.
She
wished
she
could
be
a
bit
mor
e
lik
e
T
es
s
sometimes
:
assertive
,
gorgeous
,
self-
confiden
t
an
d
totall
y
committe
d
t
o
he
r
husband
,
ye
t
not afrai
d
t
o
hav
e
a
goo
d
tim
e
withou
t
feelin
g
guilt
y
.
T
es
s
was doin
g
absolutel
y
nothin
g
wron
g
b
y
dancing
.
Wha
t
was wron
g
wit
h
dancing
?
Oka
y
,
s
o
sh
e
kne
w
sh
e
wa
s
making thos
e
me
n
goggle-eyed
,
bu
t
i
t
wa
s
bac
k
t
o
th
e
ol
d
saying
‘I
f
you’v
e
go
t
it
,
flaun
t
it
’
an
d
that
’
s
al
l
sh
e
wa
s
doing
.
She
woul
d
neve
r
tak
e
i
t
an
y
furthe
r
tha
n
that
.
Neve
r
.
She
love
d
he
r
lif
e
wit
h
Ro
b
to
o
muc
h
t
o
jeopardis
e
i
t
b
y
doing anythin
g
s
o
sill
y
.
Bu
t
Poll
y
woul
d
b
e
ridde
n
wit
h
guil
t
if
sh
e
a
s
muc
h
a
s
walke
d
pas
t
th
e
sta
g
part
y
.
Sh
e
would
definitel
y
fee
l
th
e
nee
d
t
o
g
o
t
o
confessio
n
i
f
on
e
o
f
them
eve
n
spok
e
t
o
he
r
o
r
,
worse
,
pai
d
he
r
a
compliment
!
Sh
e
watche
d
Rut
h
an
d
Gin
a
giggl
e
an
d
mov
e
around th
e
floo
r
lik
e
the
y
wer
e
o
n
T
o
p
o
f
Th
e
Pops
,
lik
e
an
oversized
Pepsi
and
an
undersized
Shirley
from
the
eighties
.
The
y
to
o
kne
w
ho
w
t
o
le
t
thei
r
hai
r
down
,
even
afte
r
al
l
the
y
ha
d
bee
n
through
.
Loo
k
a
t
Gin
a –
th
e
victim
o
f
a
monste
r
wh
o
bea
t
he
r
t
o
a
pul
p
an
d
openl
y
flaunted
hi
s
flooz
y
o
n
th
e
sid
e
.
.
.
an
d
Ruth
,
whos
e
e
x
gav
e
he
r
the goo
d
lif
e
wit
h
on
e
han
d
an
d
too
k
i
t
al
l
awa
y
wit
h
the othe
r
whil
e
h
e
go
t
u
p
t
o
n
o
goo
d
wit
h
hi
s
skinn
y
little boyfriend
.