She ran her gaze over his chest with frank appreciation. Then he shivered, realizing he hadn't really considered the weather. It was forty-five degrees max, but Chloe was giving him a go-on gesture with her hand. "All I have left is my pants," he said. "Yes, please." "It's cold, Chloe." She tilted her head. "Are you worried about shrinkage?" Well, he was now. -Chloe and Sawyer

Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?

In his world, people never questioned him. And it was a good place to be, his world. Apparently she hadn't gotten the memo.

I'm done waiting. Done doing things the easy way and letting things happen as they will." Her heart caught. "What does that mean?" "It means this is too important to let slip away again. You're too important." He leaned back against the truck with a low grunt of effort, eyes dark, jaw clenched. "I love you too, Tara.

The calories in chocolate don't count because chocolate comes from the cocoa bean, and everyone knows that beans are good for you.

There is no snooze button on life - Tara Daniels

Chloe?" "Yeah?" "I'd be worth the inhaler," he said, then forced himself to walk away.