“Mister?” she snapped. “Paddington?” he shot back.”

“You’re like seven feet tall, aren’t you?”“I am not seven feet tall,” he snapped at her as if she’d really insulted him. “I’m six-eleven.” When she smirked in disbelief, he added, “And three-quarters.”

“My brother got shot three times two months ago, and he didn’t get the fever.” “I bet your family gets shot at a lot, huh?”

“Momentarily forgetting this wasn’t one of her She-wolves, Sissy automatically teased, “Good thingmy brother likes women with meat on their bones ’cause your ass is gonna be gettin’ wide.”As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she could take them back.But without missing a beat, Jessie shot back, “Cool. Now I can start wearing your jeans. I thoughtthat was only going to be possible during the late stages of the pregnancy.”

“Here, baby. Here’s a towel.” She reached back, unable to face the man, and grasped the towel he handed her. Of course, it was a dish towel and not much good.”

“Okay. Let's see what we've got." He lifted up her foot and said, "Well, what we've got here is a freakin' boat."Really?" She slammed her heel against the side of his face, snapping his head to one side. "How big are they now, Mitch?"Rubbing the abused side of his face, "Dainty little elf feet?""Exactly.”

“She scrambled to her feet, “We… uh… better get back. The clothes… ya know.”True, her ten grand worth of clothes were in the back of his pick-up, but he really needed a moment to… uh… compose himself.“Are you coming?”Well, that’s a loaded question.”