Talking running, there was no saying where Pearl and Ruby had run off to. What they might come back with either. Then there was the matter of what thrummed hot and strong in his blood. How he hadn't just wanted to seize the spade. He'd damn well had to refrain from seizing her. Those lips. Those hips. That backside. What had flamed in that second was something he seldom experienced. But then perfect women never held any charms for him.
It would all of it be worth it now he had her on the turn though. Finally. After ten years.
The thing was not to let her think she had so much as an inch here because that inch had a habit of becoming miles where he was concerned. So, forget kisses and all that horse s**t, he'd lost the way with that moonlit night. Look at the indignities he'd suffered as
