Granger scowled at the slim woman laughing her ass off across the living room. She looked like an elf, at least the movie version of such a thing, with her silvery blond hair and elongated build. But elves weren’t known for their sense of humor—at least the movie version—and Bliss was entirely consumed with her laughing fit.
“Don’t models ever fart?” he asked her.
“Not when…when they’re trying…to be seductive,” she gasped, one word at a time.
Seductive? Why hadn’t he picked up on that? Where had his mind been? Probably back on that dock with the fish and the kind blond girl.
The way his mother had cursed him out, as if it was his fault for striking up a friendship with the girl. He remembered rebelling—though silently. She’s only a kid. She didn’t know. She was trying to be nice.
She’
