Excerpt of I Scream, You Scream by Wendy Lyn Watson

Wayne spooned up a big glob of ice cream and sucked it in.
Wayne’s sweet tooth rivaled my own, so I was anxious to know
what he thought. “Damn, Tally. That’s some fine ice cream.
What do you think, sugar?”

I almost responded. After all, I’d been Wayne’s
“sugar” for most of my adult life. But I caught myself just
in time as Wayne handed the spoon to Brittanie.

She dipped the tip of the spoon into the ice cream and
held it to her lips. She shuddered. “Ooh, it’s way too rich
for me.”

Wayne rolled his eyes. “Ah, geez, Brit. Lighten up and
have just a bite.”

Brittanie thinned her glossy lips and narrowed her
deep blue eyes. In a heartbeat, the curvy coed went from
looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth to looking
meaner than a skillet full of rattlesnakes. I dang near got
whiplash watching the transformation.

“I would think you’d be happy if I didn’t pig out on
ice cream, Wayne. I mean, you don’t want me to get fat, do you?”

Whoa. Low blow. Behind me, I heard the synchronized
gasps of Alice, Kyle, and Bree.

Apparently I was going to have to learn to count to
twelve with Miss Fancy Britches Brittanie.

Wayne had the good grace to look abashed. He clicked
his tongue against his teeth. “Dang it, Brit. Don’t be a
sore winner.”

Winner? Winner? I couldn’t count high enough to let
that one slide.

“Lord a-mighty, Wayne, do you really think you’re some
kinda prize? I hate to bust your bubble, but I washed your
BVDs for over fifteen years, and you ain’t a prize.”