Trace cursed. He actually wanted to hit something, but a tree would break his knuckles, he didn't want to put another dent in the truck, and Dare would hit back.
Lori FosterGood grief, Molly. He doesn't scare you?" "Of course not." "But he's..." "He's sweet," Molly insisted. Dare snorted. "He's still listening.
Lori FosterTrace started on his way again, this time taking the lead. "She's five-four and weighs less than one-twenty. Matt can handle himself." "Says the man with the black eye.
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