You 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.
Jill ShalvisWhen everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Donโt look at him, she told herself. Donโt lookโ She looked. Sweet Jesus.
Jill Shalvis