Re: Abby & Her Baby Brothers
Abby elbowed Ben. He had absolutely no room to look smug. She'd bet the contents of her overloaded tip jar that he was still pretending her wasn't in love with his hot little girlfriend. Idiot.
"He's not wrong," she told Laurie. "Also, speaking of shit, your taste in women pretty much always has been. Except Poesy, I suppose. You like them too... glossy and polished."
Georgie Macmillan? Come on. Gorgeous but so high-maintenance.