![]() Nope, looking at him was a really bad idea because then her brain would begin that painful tug-of-war. ![]() She felt him sit in the sand at her side but she didn’t look at him. ![]() She knew this because just his voice made her nipples go all happy. Maybe even her left as well.Īh, there he was, the bane of her existence. She put her hand on her belly, thinking she’d give her right arm for an entire bag of cookies all to herself. Stuck on a deserted South Pacific island without cookies? Serious suffering going on.Īll around her came the sounds that people tended to buy those nature CDs for: the waves gently hitting the shore, crickets chirping, an exotic bird squawking… ![]() Sorry, Matthew, but priorities were priorities. Only a week ago, Dorie Anderson’s nighttime fantasies had run along the lines of, say, Matthew McConaughey, but now as she lay on the long, golden stretch of beach, staring past their shelter to the star-riddled night sky, she fantasized about chocolate chip cookies. To Courtney for sometimes cooking her own dinners of questionable nutritional value during the writing of this book.Īnd last but not least, to David for putting up with me since before the fall of Rome.ĭay Two on deserted island without cookies, To Megan for doing the dishes every time I whined about my deadline. To Kelsey for giving up homework time to look up iguanas in the South Pacific for me. ![]()
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