"You know, Red-" Serena drawled, both hands wrapped about the now cold mug of tea that Mandy was working on filling so her system could once more be warmed. "There are starving children in Africa who wouldn't be such a girl about eating the rest of the party mix."
She drummed her feet against the arm of their couch, awaiting his relaxed response. Fred was nothing like the angry, moody soul she had first stumbled upon. He was charming and well, pretty damn sexy. Despite both their misgivings they had begun spending more and more time together. At first with Lumpy. Now; without.