Cover Me
Chapter One
"I'm allergic to men," I announced to my three girlfriends between forkfuls of my wickedly
garlicky Caesar salad.
Being accustomed to my somewhat obscure proclamations, their vigorous chewing proceeded
unchecked. I looked from face to face to see who would cave first. My gaze stopped on Denise
and she gave me an eye roll. I could always count on Denise to nibble at my conversation
tidbits, however begrudgingly.
"Okay, Kenzie, I'll bite. Are you talking allergic in literal terms, or figurative?"
"Literal," I declared. "I am physically allergic to the male gender."
Cindy squinted. "Like ragweed?"
"Exactly."
Jacki shook her head. "You are hopeless. You're allergic to feathers, mold, pollen, dairy
products, rubber and now men?"
"Don't forget pet dander," I said.
Jacki pointed with her fork. "Kenzie Mansfield, you are a hypochondriac."
Admittedly, I was. My copy of Disease and Diagnosis was as dog-eared as were most
women's copies of Kama Sutra. At different times in my life, I had been sure I'd had an
enlarged spleen, Tourette's syndrome and ... read full excerpt from: Cover Me ebook
