Sorry,โ he said. โLet me drop the belt-" โNo.โ She held on when he would have pulled away. โDonโt. I like it.โ Again, he lifted her face, and he smiled. โThe tool belt turns you on.โ โNo.โ She closed her eyes and thunked her forehead to his chest. โLittle bit.
Jill ShalvisSo I guess that the next time I make a date with a concussed guy, I should pin a note to his collar so he doesn't forget." "Good plan." His hand was next to hers on the table. He let his thumb glide over her fingers, a small, almost casual touch that sent a shudder through her. "I'm sorry I forgot our date.
Jill ShalvisTag opened the door to his knock, and with a look of disappointment, peered behind Wade. "You got someone better coming over?" Wade asked him. "Pizza," Tag said.
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