(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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I sit on my side of the limo - opening a bottle of champagne and taking a swig before offering it to Bagpipes as means of truce. If we're going to work together tonight, might as well try to not murder each other in the process.
Bagpipes gives the bottle a disgusted look. "And risk gettin' an STD? Naw thank ye," she dismisses.
I roll my eyes and continue drinking from the bottle - sinking further into the leather seats. "We'll kill each other before the enemy does," I sigh.
"Ye wouldn' have the brain capacity to be able to kill me," Bagpipes scoffs.
"Can we please stop talking about the size of my brain?" I ask impatiently.
Bagpipes snorts before crossing her legs. "Would ye rather us talk of other small body parts ye have?" Bagpipes snickers.
"Okay, I didn't want to do this, but if you insult my manhood one more time, I'm going to have to tell Owen you planned on killing him," I warn. This is not the first bit of dirt I've gotten on Bagpipes over the years, but she still seems to forget that whenever she tries to insult me - which is always.
Bagpipes is wise enough not to open her mouth for once. She purses her red lips in frustration and I feel victorious. Confident, I take another sip of the champagne. "Besides, you didn't complain about size that time we-"
"OH MAH GAWD, MAN WHORE, CAN YE NOT TALK ABOUT THAT," Bagpipes interrupts explosively.
I can't help the smirk. "It gets you every time," I chuckle.
Bagpipes shakes her head and looks outside of the tinted window. "We were both drunk and I really wish I can forget that night," she says.
"Yeah well, I wish I can forget you biting my dick too. You really suck at blowjo-"
"MAN WHORE CAN YE NOT. I SAID I WAS DRUNK," she yells at me.
I keep my hands up in defense. "There's no shame at being bad at it. Or at least, no shame while I'm keeping your secret," I smirk. Oh if she wants to play dirty, I can play right back. This is a two-player sport.
