I stood at the front porch of the vacation rental scratching my head as I observed doc behaving in a way I"ve never seen up to now.
As soon as the rescue team arrived with its men milling around in the driveway, waiting for us to pack up our things and be escorted across the alternate route they"d cleared, it was as if someone had dumped sand down his pants.
It didn"t take a rocket scientist to figure out that his behavior was caused by the macho men gathered in our immediate vicinity.
And I"ll be damned if I couldn"t wipe the s**t-eating grin off of my face.
Suddenly Mr. Cool, Calm and Collected was out of sorts. It did me good to see him this way: muttering under his breath, teeth clenched, arms crossed in front of his chest and a sullen look on his face.
My inner minx threw her sho
