Tired of me already?" he asked with a smile in his voice. "No quite yet. You?" His eyes darkened, and he kissed her again. "Never." Her heart skipped a beat. "Never is a long time," she said. His voice was low, fierce. And very sure. "That's what I'm counting on.
Jill ShalvisAnd I specialize in fixing things up and restoring them to their former glory.โ She wondered if that talent extended to humans, maybe even humans who never really had a former glory.
Jill ShalvisShe 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
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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