“Take some very deep breaths," Miranda said. "Relax. Concentrate. Then envision a frosty six-pack and wiggle your pinky."A frosty six-pack. Kylie inhaled. He held out her pinky, and right then Della chimed in. "We are talking a six=pack of soda, not a cold guy with good-looking abs, right?"There was a strange kind of sizzle in the air. And suddenly appearing in front of the refrigerator was a shirtless, shivering guy with great abs. His blue eyes studied the three of them in complete bafflement."What the...!" he muttered.Kylie gasped.Miranda giggled.Della snorted with laughter.”

“Sweet weeping baby Jesus he has a six-pack to beat all six-packs!”

“She'd known the guy a grand total of five minutes and he'd already left her a sour first impression. The last thing she ought to be doing right now was ogling his six-pack.”

“Those baby blues widened and he swaggered around the railing. I couldn't help but notice how his gym shorts hung low on his narrow hips. Or his stomach. It was ripped, taking six pack into eight pack territory.”

“He yanked off his shirt, revealing all of his six-pack glory.”

“Inch by tantalizing inch, he brought the shirt up exposing his six pack abs. Kim’s mouth went dry as more and more of his chest was revealed to her view. Her tongue ran over her parched lips. All she could think about was licking something off those abs. It could have been poison and she would have gladly licked it and begged for more.”