“I glanced at Derek. The boy wonder didn't melt into a pile of goo, although his gaze was glued to Rowena's chest. Avoiding eye contact. Good strategy.”

“You've been here before?" Derek asked, his gaze firmly fixed on Rowena's ass shifting under the shimmering green silk a few steps above us. "Wiggles," I told him. He blinked, then realized I wasn't referring to Rowena's backside.”

“I was in the shower the other day and I noticed on the back of the shampoo bottle it said, "Avoid contact with eyes. In case of eye contact, flush with water." and I thought, "Avoid eye contact? What do you think I do, talk to shampoo bottles? And even if I did converse with soap, am I not worthy to look at the bottle while I talk to it, that I have to purge myself with water after gazing upon it?”

“I cut a glance to him, and his eyes were still on me.It occurred to me why they call it eye contact.”

“And I can't believe you didn't tell me you were all goo-goo eyed over my dad. Oh, and that you failed to mention you were sleeping with him”

“He didn’t immediately answer. His focus, however, remained glued to her cleavage. Ground control, we have contact.”