Chapter Nineteen
“Are you going to let me down now?” Alice asked. “You must be about ready to collapse beneath all my weight.”
He slapped her bottom again, harder this time. “Don’t say such silly things, Alice. You’re perfect as you are—and besides, I’ve been eating my spinach.”
“Ethan’s right,” Jeremy put in, “you mustn’t be so self-deprecating. So you’re not a size ten. So what? It doesn’t make you any less beautiful. Now be quiet, while us men drag you back to our cave.”
Alice let her head drop back down, which provided her with an excellent view of Ethan’s rear end—never a bad thing. Her face grew warm, and it wasn’t just as a result of gravity making the blood rush to her head. It was because of what Ethan and Jeremy had said. They’d called her perfect, and beautiful. Warm, fuzzy
