If your heart loses the ability to trust, you'll never love again.
And you do know I’m the one who decides who I date”—she glared at Sam—“not you. If I want to drag this guy into the janitor’s closet and have my way with him, that’s none of your business.” “Drag me into a closet?” Hunter asked, h...
She ran her hand over the dash. “You’re petting my car,” Hunter said, turning the key. “I usually charge for that.
Slow-slow-quick-quick-slow went her heart. “Damn, I love the tango,” he whispered, tickling her ear.
