Page 60 of Love vs The Ooze Monster!
Boyd went on the offensive. “Well, it looks incredible on you.” He decided. And it did. Grantedeverythinglooked incredible on her, but the slinky fabric really did amazing things for her figure. He craned his neck to admire her perfect posterior. “Incrediblyincredible.”
Mabel arched a brow.
He regarded her innocently. “If you want to take it off, though, I’d be happy to help you. I don’t mind a bit.”
Mabel tried to keep a straight face, but she ended up snorting in amusement. “You’re such a difficult man.” She gave his body an exasperated bump with her shoulder, as she came to stand beside him. “We’re not having sex, this morning. We have much too much to do.”
“Doll, I canalwaysmake time to have sex with you.” He made an X over his heart. “That’s a promise.”
“If we survive, I’ll schedule it for the afternoon.”
Boyd smirked around the rim of his coffee cup. “Name the time and I’ll be there.”
Mabel leaned against his side. “I should make you wait until we’re married.” She teased. “You’re altogether too smug today.”
His grin grew wider. “Why shouldn’t I be smug?” He reached for her hand, loving the look of the diamond on her finger. “I’ve got it all. Or Iwill,come tomorrow at nine a.m.”
“You’ve got twenty-five hours left to be single. Enjoy it.” Mabel leaned up to kiss him and everything was right in Boyd’s world.
…Except for the ooze monster. Which reminded him of an idea that he wanted to share with her. “Hey,” he pulled back slightly, “do we have access to Carmine’s water trucks, down at the depot?”
“They’reourtrucks, Boyd. We run this town. Of course we have access to them.”
“Good.” Boyd nodded thoughtfully and went back to sipping his coffee. “We need to get one. A big one.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
She rolled her eyes and plucked the mug from his hand to take a sip for herself. “Your priorities are very strange.”
“It’s to kill the slime creature, not a joyride. I’ve been thinking about the best way to douse the monster in vinegar. A lawn sprinkler’s not gonna cut it.”
Mabel quickly caught on to his idea. “You want to pour a tank full of vinegar on it?”
“Right. And then dump on the baking soda.”
She made a thoughtful sound. “I like it. A fire engine would work even better than a water truck, though. We could spray vinegar at the monster with a hose, from a farther distance.”
“That would take time to steal.”
“Oh, we don’t need to steal it. Lew owns one.”
“Lew owns a fire truck?”
“I think he owns two actually.” She adjusted her glasses. “He collected everything with wheels and an engine. Cars and motorcycles and possibly even a double-decker bus. They were like his pets. I had to purchase property to store them all, out in the country.”
Boyd blinked. “You bought land for the cars?”
“Well, there was hardly room to park them at the boardinghouse. It’s been a colossal bother, really. And terribly expensive. I’m happy to pass the burden to you.”
“Me?”
“Of course! All the vehicles in his collection should really be yours. I certainly don’t have a passion for them.”
Boyd was struggling to keep up. “You’re giving me a fleet of cars, and motorcycles and a double-decker bus?”
“And a fire truck. Possibly two.” Mabel lifted the coffee cup in a small toast. “Consider it a wedding present.”
