Wanting Kate was one thing. Sex was simple. Or it could be. But liking her? Enjoying spending time with her? Allowing her into his private life, as Brody had tonight, albeit at his sisters’ invitation? It would lead to nothing but trouble.
I have one promise I can make you, Kate.” He reached for her hair, coiled some of it around his hand, and used it to pull her toward him. “What’s that?” she whispered breathlessly. Not so cocky now. “You’re going to enjoy this.
For my little dog, Pip, who joined our family during the writing of this story. Thanks for rescuing me.
Her voice was as soft and sexy as ever. Those wide-set blue eyes every bit as distrustful as they’d been during his last encounter with her, which meant that chip on her shoulder, the one he’d tried so desperately to dislodge, remained firmly in ...
He ate one of my bras.” “Ah. I see. Which one?” “An underwire,” she mumbled. “The black lacey one from Victoria’s Secret?” She folded her arms. “That would be the one.” Well, no one could fault the dog’s taste, Gid thought. That...
