“She’d managed to avoid Jack for two days, but Lily figured she couldn’t run forever. After all, they were sharing a house. Her house. He knew damned well she couldn’t hide much longer. All he had to do was wait her out. The devilish gleam in his eye was warning enough. He wouldn’t wait much longer. She should have been fighting him harder, but she couldn’t hide from the delicious sense of anticipation building in her. God, it was going to be so good when they finally landed in bed together. The...y both knew it. She just wasn’t ready to admit it yet, wasn’t ready to end this game they were playing. So, when he pulled up in that beat-up old pickup of his, she was waiting. The fire he’d been called out on had been every bit as small as he’d expected. She’d called Ben to find out. Typical small-town stuff. The guy four houses down from Nonna’s hadn’t cut back the grass around his barbecue pit, and the whole world—with the notable exception of the mad barbecuer himself—knew the man was no grill master.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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