“He looked down at me, all heat and cinnamon-musk and midnight smirk. “Was there trouble?” Nope. Not unless you count being terminally unprepared to run into a naked seven-foot pie man in the laundry doorway.” — Jessie Hart Copy Share Image
“He looked down at me, all heat and cinnamon-musk and midnight smirk. “Was there trouble?” Nope. Not unless you count being terminally unprepared to… — Jessie Hart Copy Share Image
