Sugar," Tara said in a voice that was pure Pissed-Off South. "You need to go far, far away." A few weeks ago, he'd have taken that to mean she didn't want to see his face within a six-hundred-mile radius. Now he knew the truth. He distracted her. He could live with that. "Came to see if I can help." "I think I know how to make burgers," she said smoothly. "But bless your heart." In other words, f*** off and die.
Jill ShalvisAccept that some days youโre the bug, and some days youโre going to be the windshield.
Jill ShalvisLogan, why aren't you wearing protection?" The radio crackled, and then came Logan's voice. "I have 'protection' in my bag," he said. "But as much as I don't want to say this, darlin', now's not the time to be asking if I'm carrying condoms. I have problems." "A life vest, Logan! I'm asking where's your life vest!" "Oh," he said. "I knew that.
Jill ShalvisYou had a package. It was torn, so I looked in.โ She lifted one of a stack of firefighter calendars, with his own mug and half-naked body on the cover. โNice,โ she said, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. โMr. 2008.โ He bit back a sigh. โItโs for charity.โ โAnd you definitely contributed.
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