Ricki and Gram headed for home in the boat. They settled back and calmed down as the water lapped gently against the sides. After catching her breath, Ricki asked, "Gram, what does 'cute enough to eat' mean?"
"Well," Gram paused a moment. "That's what people say sometimes when they really like another person. It means he thinks you're sweet, and you make him feel good. He likes being around you. Just as he might like a chocolate bar."
"Oh, okay," Ricky said with some hesitation in her voice. She wasn't quite convinced.
"That man Bentley must really like Mommy then," she said.
"What do you mean?" Gram asked.
"I think he looked like he really wanted to eat her up!" Ricki giggled.
Meanwhile, Emily and Bently were enjoying their picnic. Emily marveled at how Bentley so enjoyed each piece of chicken. He seemed especially partial to the meatier parts. She couldn't help make an association, and at the same time chuckled a little and felt a kind of naughty.
Bentley asked, "What are you thinking?"
Emily was thinking that she was intrigued by Bentley, and that he was surely good looking in a disheveled, devil-may-care, kind of way. Emily looked up and waved a "thank you" to a disheveled Mary Ann for supplying that phrase on her cue card.
Emily had mixed feelings. She was very tempted to get to know Bentley better, but one of the birds was whispering in her ear that she didn't want to rush things. "Well, like, um, I'm still trying to figure out your and . . . " Emily looked up at Mary Ann again . . . "my relationship." Russell Crow blurted "your and I's relationship" and Emily's blood pressure started to go up. She scowled at him.
"Let me explain something," she said to Bentley. "The rules are a little bit different this season." She giggled. "Mike Fleiss wanted me so much he said I could do almost anything I wanted. So, like, I told them I wanted to go on a date with you before I made any other decisions." Bentley looked confused.
"You see," said Emily, "I haven't even had the first rose ceremony yet. It's time for me to send a lot of guys home. As soon as I take care of that, we can talk some more, OK? Just between you and . . . " Emily hesitated and looked for Mary Ann again. " . . . me . . . "
" . . . you and I . . . " interrupted Russell Crow.
"Just between you and me, I have no intention of sending you home."
"Shut up!" Bentley exclaimed.
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