Beau's fragile ego sometimes gets hurts, "Tuesday Knight had kissed him to the brink of god***n insanity and all she said afterward was It’s a tiara? Oh, he* * no." Tuesday doesn't mind asking her man to do things, “do you mind stepping under the streetlight?” she asked. He complied, freezing at her drawn-out groan. “In that tux you’ve got such a James Bond look going on. Let me stand here a moment and soak up the view.” At last she heaved a sigh. “Thanks. Now, where was I?” I liked this book, I loved Beau and Tuesday.
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