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“You can throw yourself at my feet if you like, but you really shouldn’t call yourself a ho.”

She reached over and smacked me on the arm playfully. “You bastard – ”

I laughed. “So what’s this about feet and – ”

“A gardening tool.”

“OHHHH… a gardening tool.”

“Yes. It means you’re damaging your chances with silly actions.”

“Ah. Shooting myself in the foot.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s assuming I had a chance to begin with… and you said you weren’t sleeping with me.”

“I did, didn’t I,” she said, an enigmatic smile on her face.

“Ingen ko på isen,” I said, waving my hand dismissively.

She looked at me like I’d just spoken Martian.

“…what?”

“It’s Swedish for ‘don’t worry.’ But literally it means, ‘There’s no cow on the ice.’”

She stared at me – then burst out howling with laughter. “WHAT?!”

“‘No cow on the ice,’” I repeated.

“I heard you the first time – what the hell does a cow on the ice have to do with – ”

“Trust me, if you’re out on a frozen lake in Sweden and a cow decides to join you, you’re going to start worrying.”

She laughed silently, so hard that she couldn’t speak.

“You alright?” I asked as I laughed, too.

She nodded, unable to speak, her shoulders heaving up and down.

“You sure you’re alright?

“Ingen… ko… pa…” she managed to get out.

“Ingen ko på isen,” I said, realizing what she meant.

“No cow on the ice,” we both said at the same time –

Then she doubled over with laughter again.

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Rachel

Ifind it very sexy when a man can make me laugh – and Lars made me laugh harder than any man I’d ever met.

Add to that the fact he was already mind-blowingly hot…

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