““She slammed the door and whirled around, only to find herself face-to-chest with the Abercrombie god himself. Stunned, Megan tripped backward and slammed right into the side of the car. Ow. “Oops. Sorry,” he said. “It’s problem,” Megan said. Oh God. “No problem” or “It’s okay!” How hard is it to speak two words? “Sorry about my dad. We tried to trade him in, but there were no takers,” he said with a slow smile. He had incredibly warm brown eyes. Megan, of course, snorted a laugh. It was all she could do to keep from slapping her hand over her mouth and running away. This was already worse than any Ben Palmer encounter she had ever endured.””
