We Are Made of Stardust - Peaches Monroe #1
“Sexytrousers Dalton Deangelo: I sat in a pile of clothes, inside my walk-in closet, and bawled.
Shayla got home from an early shift at the restaurant and came running up the stairs to my room, asking, “Is somebody torturing a small mammal in here?”
“Small? No, not small.” I picked up a pair of sky-blue jeans and tossed them at her. I’d sent her enough text messages that she was well-aware of my imminent date and emotional disaster. I wailed, “Why did you let me buy these? One wash and they’re shrunk to hell. And the worst part is, they weren’t even on sale.” (More sobs, plus additional sniveling.) “Just take my credit card and freeze it in a block of ice, then grab the slipcover off the sofa and cut a neck hole in it, because that’s what I’m wearing tonight.”
She crossed her arms, no pity in her golden-brown eyes at all. “Poor Peaches. She has a date with a hot actor.” She frowned at the bright blue jeans and picked them up.
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