‘Lara Bingle had her hands full when she used it in the Tourism Australia advert.’
‘What? That skinny girl on the beach?’
Rhys nodded. ‘That’s her.’
Sally flicked her hand in an agitated gesture. ‘Everyone says “b****y hell”.’ That’s the least that’s said at my house, at any count. What about “bugger me”?’
‘Not the best thing to say.’
‘What about crap? Frig? Bum? Nuts? They’re the least offensive words I know.’ Slender twin brows rose as she studied him.
Rhys blinked at her. She did know a stream of colourful words, some of which he hadn’t heard in a long time. He was momentarily stunned.
She narrowed her eyes when he didn’t respond, hooking a hand on her hip. ‘Okay, what about if I say good old fu…’ Hell, she’d taken his silence as a challenge.
‘I get it, Sally! The truth is there
