Snippet Saturday – Winter Wonderland

Hey y’all! It is actually Lissa posting today! I need to make sure that everyone understands that Snippet Saturday posts are not part of the Birthday Bash so commenting is not required… Only those posts that are Sunday thru Friday in February are part of the Birthday Bash.

On the other hand, feel free to comment on Snippet Saturday posts if you’d like. There are always terrific authors with snippets. But, I did want to stress that it is not part of my birthday party here on the blog.

Now, that being said, let’s get on with it.

Today’s theme is Winter Wonderland. Hmmm… Well, I have a two books, three books that are set in Winter or Winter-y places. One is in Alaska, one is in Denver, one is in Pennsylvania.

I think I’m gonna go with the one in Denver… Sugar Rush.

Snippet:

“I’m going to kill him.” It would be a quick and painless death too. He wouldn’t know what hit him.

First though, she had to make it to the little cabin in the valley and deliver the truffles. And what the hell was Edward, her business partner, thinking anyway? Accepting an order — a small, one-box order at that — for someone way out here in the middle of nowhere? It was bad enough that it had snowed last night, but even worse was the fact she hated driving north through the mountains in winter. For that alone, Edward deserved to die.

What in the name of all that was warm and cozy was she doing here?

Edward usually made all the deliveries. He loved meeting their customers, loved to gab more than any woman Jane had ever met, and he always used it as an excuse to go shopping in some boutique he swore he’d never heard of before. Of course there were no boutiques where she was presently. There was nothing up here at all: only trees and mountains and snow. Lots and lots of snow.

A stop sign. Great. “What the hell do I do now?” She pressed ever so gently on the brake pedal and slowed to a stop.  “This is why I live in the city,” she muttered. She could either walk or take public transportation. When it came to driving in the mountains, she drove like a little old lady: very slowly and very cautiously.

The bright red of the sign stood out like a beacon among the white snow and brown trees covering the landscape. She pulled out the written directions from the side pocket of her purse on the seat beside her. “‘At stop sign, turn right. Go a quarter of a mile to next stop sign, take a left. Follow road to cabin.’ Should be easy enough.”

In truth, Jane loved the mountains. In spring and fall, especially with the rich colors, but even in winter they were gorgeous. The changing of the seasons seemed so effortless. She wished life’s changes were as effortless. Especially where romance and men were concerned.

Ten more minutes, and she was driving down the winding trail leading to the cabin. The snow on the wood-lined drive was packed in, and she was grateful. Driving over a patch of ice would not be good right now. She might have a very boring life but wrapping her vehicle around a tree was something that really wouldn’t improve things.

She pulled up and parked next to a nice black truck, brand-new from the looks of it, and one that she’d need a stepladder to climb into.

Jane put the small SUV in park and turned off the engine. After a quick glance in the rearview mirror to check her makeup and hair, she grabbed the box of truffles and got out. Hopefully, she could get back home before the streets started to ice over. She’d also like a few answers from Edward about why she was out delivering one and only one little four-truffle box so far from the city in the dead of winter, along with why he’d insisted she dress like a pink marshmallow in heels. He might be gay, but he knew absolutely nothing about heels and snow, but he’d been so earnest about her dressing a certain way that she’d found herself bundled up and out the door before she’d even realized how absurd her outfit was.

She stepped carefully, one foot in front of the other, not wanting to completely embarrass herself while she teetered precariously up the snow-covered walkway to their customer’s front door. Did she look as comical as she imagined?

Yes, Edward was going to die for this. So help him, he’d better have DVR’d her television shows or his death would be slow and painful rather than the quick, painless way she’d been envisioning.

Lost in plotting the demise of her business partner, she slipped on a patch of ice masked as soft, powdery snow. She righted herself as she started to topple over and was able to recover her balance but not before her heart skidded to a halt in her chest. “Shit.”

Standing still, she took a couple of deep breaths and glanced around. “Right, Jane. Who the hell is going to be around to witness your clumsiness in the middle of freakin’ nowhere?” Well, unless the customer had seen it, and then she’d be completely mortified.

“Nothing to do about it now,” she muttered, again putting one foot in front of the other.

End snippet

Oh Hell, let’s do another, shall we…? Let’s take a snippet from Arrested Holiday, too! Nothing says Winter Wonderland more than a snowball fight…

Snippet:

“Have you ever played in the snow?”

“Not really, not this kind of snow.”

“Well, put these on, and let’s go. You’ve been cooped up inside for days, and some time outside will do you good.”

Holli took the boots from him and sat down to put them on. “It’s cold out.”

“I know.”

“Taking me outside to play in the snow isn’t going to violate my house arrest agreement?” she asked as he was walking into the bedroom and she was tugging the sweatshirt on over her head. Layering clothes had never been her favorite thing about winter, but at least it kept her warm. She reached up inside the arms and pulled the sleeves of the long-sleeved T-shirts down and smoothed everything into place as best she could. Everything she wore was black. She had to look like a charred marshmallow.

“No more than what was going on before in the bed and no more than the attraction between us.”

He was pulling on a sweater over a long-sleeved T-shirt as he walked back into the living room. The sweater being pulled over his head ruffled his hair, and the casual intimacy of the moment struck something deep inside her. Spending time with him alone, playing, laughing, talking as though they were friends, involved…it wasn’t a good idea. She was going to fall for him, and it was going to be more than his good looks and his kindness that wormed its way under her skin. “Maybe you should have taken me to a hotel and had someone else guard me.”

He tweaked her nose as he passed her to get some boots sitting by the door. “No. Trust me; there’s no one better for the job than me.”

“I’m not going to run.”

“That’s not what I mean. C’mon. Put some of that lotion on your face and let’s go.”

He was like a kid, and his excitement was contagious. Holli quickly put the moisturizer on and set the tube on the counter before letting him help her into her jacket. He shoved a baseball cap on her head and ushered her out into the cold hallway. She shivered.

“Oh damn. Here.” He handed her a pair of gloves he pulled from his pants pocket. “I forgot to give these to you. Mrs. Collins said you could hold on to them until you leave.”

“Nice of her.” Holli quickly put them on, and though it wasn’t immediate or scalding warmth, they were wonderful against the bite of the wind as they stepped outside. “These her boots too?”

“Yep.”

The snow was even more blinding outside and even more beautiful. She stood there, looking up, letting it fall on her face. “This is real snow. We don’t get this in Atlanta.”

“What do you get?”

“It’s not powder. It’s wet and icy, but this is…this is delicate, and there are actual snowflakes.”

“We get the icy stuff too, but we’ve gotten a lot more powder this year than normal.”

Holli walked a little farther out into the small backyard but stopped short when a ball of snow hit her square in the chest. “Hey!” Michael’s smile was all innocence. She didn’t buy it for a second. “Weren’t you ever taught not to hit girls?”

“Yes, but snowball fights don’t count.”

“How do they not count?” He was already rolling another ball between his hands, his eyes trained on her. “Oh I see. You’re not gonna play fair.”

“I always play fair.”

“Right.”

“Unless…”

He drew back his arm, his fingers… Wait. Were those his knuckles on top of the snowball? She squinted and tried her best to focus, to see clearly. Was he going to…? Oh hell no. He was going to send a knuckleball her way? Two could play that game. One of the greatest knuckleball pitchers of all time played for the Atlanta Braves, and Officer “Pretty Boy” Hunky wasn’t about to show her up. “Unless what?”

Holli dropped down, shed her gloves for the time it took to mold the snow into the right size ball. Her fingers were so numb and cold she could hardly feel what she was doing, but it was going to be well worth it. She pinched off little bits of snow until she had the perfect size pile of powder sitting in her palm. “Unless what, Hunky?”

Carefully she laid the mock baseball down, then picked up the gloves again, making sure to pick a few pieces of fuzz off. After slipping her fingers back inside the blessed semiwarmth, she scooped up the snow baseball, packed the fuzz from the gloves into it so that it could be seen clearly, and took her stance.

“Unless it’s something I really want.”

He looked for all the world like he was waiting patiently, but she knew better. He was in competition mode, just like she was, and there was no patiently waiting about either of them.

“And then?”

“And then I stop at nothing until I get it.”

He let his snowball fly the second she drew her arm back, then shot it forward to let hers go. She moved as soon as it was out of her hand, narrowly missing getting tagged dead center of her chest. Officer Hunky wasn’t quite so fortunate.

He placed a hand over his heart. “Where’d you learn to throw like that?”

“My family, namely my grandpa and my dad, watch baseball religiously. I watch too. It’s what we do in our house every summer. Hot dogs, chips, sodas, baseball. If we aren’t at the games, we’re planted in front of the television watching them.”

“But that was a knuckleball.”

Holli grinned. “It was,” she said proudly. “How could you tell?”

“I saw the dark speck of something coming right at me.”

Her grin grew bigger. “My dad was a big Phil Neikro fan, and when he left the Braves,  dad kind of broke tradition and would watch Phil play wherever he was and when I was old enough, he taught me how to throw one. I can throw all kinds of pitches. My aim is generally way off, but well, you’re a pretty good-sized target.”

As she’d been talking, she’d been kneeling down in an ever-growing pile of snow, making snowballs. She kept her eyes on him for the most part, making sure she didn’t look like a threat, making it appear she was just playing in the snow.

“I’m a baseball fan too.”

“I didn’t see anything in your apartment for a team.”

“I’m a Phillies fan. And you’re wearing my Phillies hat.”

She yanked the hat off her head. Sure enough she was. She hadn’t noticed what was on the cap when he’d stuffed it on her. “Yuck.” She tossed it at him, then made a sour face and stuck her tongue out as though she were spitting something out. “Terrible taste. I can’t believe I had that on. If my family ever finds out, they’ll skin me alive.”

“Terrible?”

He looked so affronted she forgot her own distress, genuine though it was, and had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud. “Yes, terrible. A Braves fan does not wear a Phillies hat, no matter the circumstances.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Oh yeah, that’s exactly it.” Sarcasm dripped from her tongue and another snowball hit him square upside the head.

“Now you’re playing dirty. I wasn’t looking.”

“Me? Play dirty? No.” She shook her head. “I wouldn’t do that.” Two more snowballs flew at him, small ones that, when held together, were about the size of a regulation softball. Her aim had been his stomach but went a little south. “Oh God.”

She ran toward him as fast as the cockamamy outfit and boots would let her. The piling snow didn’t help either. He dropped to his knees and fell over, clutching his crotch. She dropped down beside him, wanting to touch him but afraid of hurting him. “Oh God, Michael. I am so sorry.” And she was. She’d been hoping to play with that part of his anatomy later, and now she’d just drilled him with hard-packed snow. “How bad are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital? Talk to me, say something.”

“You play dirty snowball fight,” he croaked out. He followed that with a great deal of whimpering and rolling around.

“Michael?” When he didn’t answer her and just kept mewling like a wounded animal… “Well, I guess there’s nothing else to do but hide your body.”

Holli scooped up an armful of snow and dropped it over his hips and groin area.

“What the –”

She followed that with an armful dumped on his chest and then one over his face.

“Holli.”

“Yes?”

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Burying you.” She pushed snow up against his body and packed it in tight. “You’re evidently on death’s door, what with all the dramatics. Your body should keep for a few months as long as the temperature stays around freezing. In the spring they’ll find you, and I’ll be long gone.”

He blew snow out of his mouth and shook his head against the ground to dislodge even more from his face. “You’re a coldhearted woman, Holli. I was trying to show you a good time, and you insult my choice of baseball team and then fire shots below my belt. That’s just wrong.”

“And has the snow reduced the swelling and the pain?”

He laughed, low and dark. The sound made her shiver, and for once since she’d been in the north, she welcomed it.

“No. In fact, it’s even more swollen now, and the pain is excruciating.”

Holli clucked her tongue and shook her head sadly. “I guess the only decent thing for me to do then is to put you out of your misery.”

“Definitely. I think that’s your only recourse.”

Next thing she knew, she was flat on her back in the snow, and he was braced on his arms above her. They stared at one another for a few excruciatingly long seconds before his mouth was on hers, his tongue in her mouth, his body heating hers from the inside out.

He tasted like chocolate, like a fantasy, and she kissed him with an urgency she absolutely felt. She only had him for a couple of days, just a small moment in time before life would return to normal again.

She started to cling to him, to wrap her arms tight around his neck, but he was up, gone from her for the second time that morning, and she had to wonder what she was doing wrong. “Why do you keep doing that?” she asked, still lying in the snow instead of taking his outstretched hand.

“Doing what?”

“You kiss me; then you pull away just as I start to get into it. What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. There is nothing wrong with you. I thought you might like to get out of the snow and cold, especially since you refuse to wear my hat. But if you’d rather stay” — he knelt on the ground and tugged her up to straddle his thighs — “we can stay.”

End snippet

Oh yeah, now I’m ready for something hot and delicious… But I’ll have to settle for some coffee…grins.

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Stay warm and safe, y’all!

~lissa

Snippet Saturday – Bad Dates

Bad dates. We’ve all had them. We’ve all gone drinking after them. We’ve all called our best friend and cried because of them. We’ve all laughed at them.

Now, the whole date doesn’t have to be bad, but how it ends can turn it into one all within the span of a few seconds. I’ve had some great dates until it was time to say goodnight and well, then everything just went downhill. An entire date can be ruined in hindsight if he doesn’t call back. It’s all in the perspective. At least that’s how I look at it.

So, let’s take a snippet from Sugar Rush, shall we…

Snippet:

“…willing to pay you if…”

Jane didn’t want to hear anymore. She was numb, speechless. She’d heard Edward and Graham talking out in the kitchen while she’d been in her room getting dressed and wanted to know what they were saying. In hindsight, she wished she hadn’t. Or at least a part of her wished that.

She stomped her way into the living room and glared at the two men that had turned stunned looks her way. She’d known better, but damn, all it had taken was his sexy voice, his even sexier kisses, and his… Best not to go there.

“Jane?”

“Oh don’t you ‘Jane’ me, Edward. You would have paid him? Am I so hideous that you would consider paying a man to be set up with me?”

“You came in at the tail end of a conversation. And I’ve never said anything about you being hideous.”

She almost felt bad at catching them in their very enlightening conversation. “But, you would have. How could you, Edward? Do you have any idea how humiliating this is? Not only were you setting me up on a blind date, you were willing to pay him to date me if…”

“Jane…”

Graham no longer looked stunned at her entrance. No, he looked ready to take her up against the wall and fuck again. He was so beautiful she just wanted to stamp her feet in righteous anger. And hurt. She couldn’t forget hurt. Anger she would get over; hurt had longer and better staying power “And you!” She rounded on Graham. “Were you willing to take money to take me out?”

“I didn’t agree to anything beyond meeting you, but no, I wouldn’t have taken money. You’ve taken it out of context.”

She sighed and buried her face in her hands. When she looked back up, it took all she had not to cry, or scream, or run across the room and jump his bones. “I can’t believe this. You,” she said, looking at Edward, “set me up with him and were willing to pay him for it if you couldn’t get him to agree. A gorgeous, and God, he is gorgeous, isn’t he…younger man, by a good ten years and…this is almost laughable, this part…I fell for him.” His age really didn’t bother her. He didn’t seem as immature as a man in his midtwenties might, but she was grasping at straws, and the age argument was a damn good one for the moment.

“Jane…” Both men spoke her name together, and she just shook her head, not wanting to hear from either of them.

“No. I had almost gotten over the embarrassment of being set up in the first place, as though I couldn’t find a date on my own. But, that I was so pathetic as to have my best friend willing to shell out cash for a date for me… I need some time. I need to think about this.” She looked at Graham and had to steel herself against crawling across the floor to him and undoing his jeans. He was that potent a draw to her. “Thanks for the fuck, but you really need to leave this time. I may not have meant it last night when I kept telling you to go, but that was just to keep me from making a fool of myself because I wanted you so much. I guess I didn’t do a very good job. I made a fool of myself anyway.” She couldn’t look at him anymore. Not when all she really wanted was to look at him every hour of every day for as long as he’d let her. She turned around and went back into her bedroom.

“Jane, honey…”

She stopped in the doorway and drew a shaky breath. “No, Edward. I don’t want to talk anymore, not until later, maybe tomorrow.” She walked in and slammed the door to her room, turning the lock. She had never felt so alone, so… At least after Phillip dumped her, she’d had Edward to turn to, Edward’s shoulder to cry on. This time, she had no one, dammit.

Looking over at her bed and the rumpled sheets, she just wanted to cry. They would smell like him. They would smell like sex. She closed her eyes against the wave of anger that roared through her body. Where in the hell was the hurt she was counting on? She needed the hurt, the pain… It would keep her safe. Anger would just…well, it would just piss her off and still allow her to want him, and want him she did. Naked and hard so they could have angry sex that would lead into makeup sex that would lead into the “let’s fight more often so we can fuck and make up again and again” sex.

She didn’t know what the hell to do with being mad.

She yanked the sheets from the bed. She wanted to toss them out the window onto the street below. She wanted to take them out into the living room and throw them at Graham. Humiliation still burned and tears still threatened to fall, but instead of what she wanted to do, she simply wrapped the sheet around her body and crawled onto the mattress, buried her head in the pillow he’d slept on, and screamed for all she was worth.

End snippet…

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~lissa

Snippet Saturday – Secondary Characters

I have a few secondary characters that people have liked, however, the one that most have talked about or written to me about, is Edward, the gay best friend from Sugar Rush. So, he’s my snippet for today.

Edward is Jane’s business partner in their spicy chocolate truffle business. They met in a candy making class and became fast friends. They share a loft, share a business, and share everything else, except for sex. He is the best gay friend, and yeah, I know, cliche, but he’s wonderful. And Jane would be LOST without him.

Snippet:

“What’s wrong?”

She whirled toward Edward and planted her hands on her hips. “What’s wrong? You sent me out there with an empty box of truffles. You sent me way the hell out there to a gorgeous hunk of man with an empty box of truffles. Why, Edward? Why on earth would you do that to me?”

He didn’t even look chagrined. He didn’t look surprised that she’d figured it out. He didn’t even look at her with a hint of embarrassment at having been caught setting her up. He just gave her a straightforward look, and she knew she wasn’t going to like his answer.

“Do you want the truth, Jane? Do you really want the truth?”

“Of course I want the truth.” She did, didn’t she? Yes, yes, yes. Truth was a good thing. Right? Right.

“All right, then. I did it because I am tired of you sitting in that chair, staring out at nothing, watching all those awful reality shows. You’re eating truffles and junk food and, quite frankly, it’s depressing. I am tired of it. Phillip’s gone. He broke up with you and yet the world still goes round and round. Let it go. Move on with your young and wonderful life because he sure as hell moved on with his.”

Dammit. She didn’t like the truth. She’d have preferred he lie through his pearly whites. She didn’t like the truth because he was right. Phillip had dumped her and moved on with his life and his lovers. What was her problem? It wasn’t like Phillip was really worth pining over, not like, say, Cowboy Surfer would be. If ever there was a man worthy of moping and crying over, it was him, not some GQ cover model wannabe like Phillip who had the emotional depth of a shot glass and probably not even that deep.

But that was all beside the point. Edward was in the wrong here.

“You’re not even going to deny trying to set me up with him? Jeez, Edward.” Jane honestly didn’t know if she should hit him or hug him. Deep down, she knew he had her best interests at heart. “Oh, and speaking of young lives…how young is he?”

Oh now his cheeks turned a little pink. Interesting. “I don’t know.”

He was trying to ignore her by busying himself with wiping the kitchen counters, tidying the canisters, fiddling with the edges of recipe pages. She wasn’t buying it. “Don’t give me that. You do know. How young is he?”

“In his twenties.” It took a second, but when she didn’t say anything, he looked up and was met with her stare. They both knew she could outstare him any day of the week, so she stood there with her hands on her hips, tapped her toe, and waited. “Oh fine. He’s twenty-six.”

Jane closed her eyes, hung her head, and groaned loud and long. “Twenty-six?” Oh God, she was robbing the cradle. “I can’t believe you set me up with a…a…kid.”

Edward sighed dramatically, and it brought her head up. “He’s not a kid. He’s an adult, barely ten years younger than you. A beautiful adult too, in case you hadn’t noticed. Do you know how many women and men would just die for him to look in their direction? And he’s interested in dating you.”

“Well, he’s too young, and I don’t want to date. Don’t you remember me swearing off men? And as for the interested in dating me comment…please,” she scoffed. “He hadn’t even seen me until today and for all you know, this little meeting you arranged could have gone horribly wrong and he’s no longer interested in me.”

She spun away and finished undressing. Her shoes; her lovely, sexy, Carrie Bradshaw-esque shoes were long gone and carelessly tossed into a corner with the word ridiculous echoing through their laces. The bottoms of the snowsuit were flung over the back of the chaise, and she walked across the loft into her bedroom in her long underwear.

Self-consciousness and modesty were long gone between her and Edward, both knowing the other couldn’t care less about being seen in underwear or naked. She stripped down to her pink cotton underwear, unhooked her matching pink bra and tossed it into a corner, then put on her most favorite outfit of late: gray sweats and purple wooly socks. “How did you meet him, anyway?” she called out, loud enough to be heard from the bedroom.

Once changed, she returned to the main room and curled up in her favorite, aforementioned chair. It, too, was purple. She had spent way too much time moping, pouting, and crying over a jerk that hadn’t even had the decency to end their two-year relationship in person. He’d sent her an e-mail, of all things, the day after they’d gotten back from a Labor Day weekend trip. A day later, she’d found a box outside the loft door full of stuff given and shared between them. He wanted no reminders of their time together and for some dumbass reason thought she did.

Calling him a jerk was really far too generous.

“A bar.”

Jane’s attention was back on Edward. She swiveled around in the chair and knelt on the plush cushion, with her gaze riveted on her roommate, both her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “A bar? You were in a bar? A non-gay bar?”

“Yes,” came his exasperated answer. “Why are you so surprised?”

“Are you serious? Edward, I’ve known you for a long time now and while I don’t pretend to know everything about you, I do know that you don’t go to straight bars.”

“Very well. If you must know, I was there with a…friend.”

Edward left the kitchen with a truffle in his hand and came toward her. She held hers out to receive the confection. “What kind of friend?”

“None of your business. I thought you wanted to know about my meeting with Mr. Hunky.”

“I do, it’s just… Okay, okay, you met him in a bar. And?”

She broke the truffle apart and slipped half of it in her mouth. Her eyes closed as the candy melted on her tongue and a small bit of heat kicked the back of her throat. She moaned in pleasure. They never got old, these truffles. She would bet her heart alone had healed because she had been consuming them in mass quantities every day for the last few months. What they were doing to her hips was a different story, one she would deal with later. Much, much later.

“And I thought that he might be good for you. He’s a solitary guy, normal. He’s new to the area, not looking for anything, not running away from anything either. He seemed nice enough that I had to try.”

She popped the other half of the truffle into her mouth. Edward really did love her, but… “Did he know you were setting him up?”

“Yes, but he didn’t know when. I didn’t tell him anything about you. Except…well, except that you were getting over a breakup. Nothing else, though. I mean, at least not the humiliating way it happened, not even that you’ve been dragging out the recovery for months.” Another piece of candy was deposited in her hand as he walked by and into his bedroom. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a date tonight, and I’d prefer not to be late.”

So not only had he set her up with the Hunk of the Month, he’d also spilled how pathetic she’d been. Fabulous.
Wait a second. “A date? You have a date? Oh my God. Who else have you set me up with, Edward? And what time is he showing up?”

“No one,” he called from the other room.

Great. Just great. “I hope he doesn’t mind sweats because I’m not changing clothes again. I might even go scrub the makeup off my face so he gets the au naturel vision,” she mumbled.

Edward walked back in, and she turned in her chair, snuggling down into its comfy plushness. “Did you record my show?”
He slipped into his black trench coat and wrapped a bright blue scarf around his neck. “No.”

“Why not? I asked you before I left. I said please and everything.”

“Those shows are awful, Jane. They have nothing to do with reality.”

“Exactly. Why do you think I watch them? They’re stupid and funny and not at all like my life.”

“Your life is wonderful.”

“Right.”

“Take care of yourself tonight. No more sweets. Eat a salad. Drink some water. And don’t wait up. I hope not to be back until morning.”

“Not until morning? Edward, no date of mine is going to last so long that you can’t come home.”

“Jane, I do have a date. I am going out. I have not set you up with anyone else tonight.” He winked at her and blew her a kiss as he left.

She sighed and looked around the empty room. “Well damn, now what?”

End Snippet

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Have a great weekend, y’all!!!

~lissa