You’re just a figment of my imagination. A fantasy?” “Yes.” He didn’t dare move. “Then why are you still wearing clothes?
She jotted down the order, then forced herself to meet his gaze. "It's going to be a bit of a wait, we're short-staffed this morning." The following words rushed out of her. "And breakfast's on me." "Normally, I wouldn't protest," he said, leaning cl...
Should she slam his head into the bar or toss her beer on him? Damn shame to waste good beer.
Soft woman and hard metal...unexpected & sexy as hell. Had she been real?
