Contributor: Kristina England
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“We’re what?”
“We’re taking the birds to the beach,” Stacey said, rubbing sunscreen onto her shoulders, then down her arms, her fingers making slow, small loops.
Nick watched her apply the cream. It always confused him how a woman could make even sun protection look sexy. Or maybe it was just the male hormones that distorted the freeze frames in his brain.
He looked over at the nylon carrier, then back at Stacey.
“Why the heck would parakeets want to go to the beach?”
“To listen to the ocean, silly,” she said with a full smile, the strawberry-flavored lip gloss she had applied five minutes ago reflecting back at him.
“Okay, so play some nature music or something. Those birds aren't going to the beach”
She gave him the look that made any man check himself in the bathroom to make sure all his wonders...
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Kristina England
