Take my heart with you, baby girl. It follows you....always.

There are much better ways to handle the delicate male ego. With a two-by-four? Only as a last resort and never in public.

Her eyes opened then. They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss. “I felt you,” she whispered, a smile tilting her moist lips. “Watching me. Should I feel you watching me?” Was she asleep or awake? “Of course.” He found the growl building in his throat. “Every time I look at you, baby, I touch you.

He couldn't even find the will to yell at her now. A real man didn't yell at those who weren't exactly sane themselves, he told himself.

Do you know, every time I've seen you you've been like the Grim Reaper of goodwill and cheer. You should find another profession.

Getting a woman's body and getting her heart are two different things. And gaining her trust is another problem entirely.

My money's on the lady," he drawled. "You don't tame a vixen, you just travel in her wake.