Erin Wright

This. This was what he lived for.

He was never going to be anything more than eye-candy for her anyway; although she had to admit, if only to herself, that he was damn fine eye-candy

howled, doubling over and clutching at his leg. “What’d you do that for?” he

howled, doubling over and clutching at his leg. “What’d you do that for?” he

slobber flying everywhere. Finally, Dawson smacked Ivy on the nose, startling her into letting go. He looked down at his shirt, a mangled mess, and grimaced. He’d definitely have to stop by the Drop-Inn Motel

She was his lifeline, and she didn’t have a damn clue of why.

Her imagination, usually so eager to fill in the blanks, was giving her a shrug of the shoulders this time. No crazy theory that she’d disavow later on had ever popped into her mind