"Small town, everybody knows everybody else, and what color underwear they're wearing that day." It was only a slight exaggeration. She'd never had anyone call her out on laundry day undies.
Heather had to fan herself. She'd always been a sucker for forward charm. Almost as much as she had been for dark and broody. She hadn't randomly gone home with anyone since the seven deadly sins hit Ridgeway. And that had turned into something more than one night. And Matt was very pretty. She finished off the rest of the bottle, before trying to crack open the next bottle. "I think it might be missing a word or two though. Just saying." She made a soft noise when the top just refused to come off.