Status Updates From Second Chance Romance (Harl...

"Don't even think about it," Karl told a squirrel the following Saturday.
The fluffy-tailed little rodent kept eyeing the sandwiches.
Karl met the squirrel's inquisitive, unafraid stare. Glowered.
"Swear to Christ, I'll speed up evolution and make you a flying squirrel ahead of schedule."
Molly had to laugh, even as she shook her head.

According to both Lise and Athena, Harlot's Bay residents were coming by to confirm wild rumors of Karl Dean voluntarily letting someone who wasn't a Grounds and Grains employee into his back room. Nay, encouraging that civilian to enter the sanctified, profanity-packed domain, his Fortress of Furious Fucking Solitude.

"Only you, Dean." She shook her head. "Only you could make the presentation of a gorgeous dessert sound menacing."

With that beard and his sturdy frame, he kind of looked like he could be everyone's uncle, especially when he scowled. Which he did continually, at least when he wasn't glowering or glaring or frowning in a vaguely homicidal manner. So he stood out that way. Also, she'd never met another human being so laughably bad at whispering or so attached to the word fuck in all its useful forms.

so far this is just… not good. the first couple chapters were fine but now it’s gone steadily downhill.

reading this solely for the thick man vibes. wish me luck.