Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.

You won't hurt me. I know you won't." Logan said. "How can you be so sure?" I whispered. "Because you're that Gypsy girl, and I'm the bad-boy Spartan. And I think it's time we were finally together, don't you?

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

Don’t make it a challenge. You know how much I like those.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

Donovan Caine wanted me, but he wasn't strong enough to accept me. Not my past, not my strength, not the woman I was. Bitter disappointment filled me, replacing my rage, but I forced myself to ask the final question I wanted an answer to.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again