“She ran her hand over the dash.“You’re petting my car,” Hunter said, turning the key. “I usually charge for that.”

“She ran her hand over the dash.“You’re petting my car,” Hunter said, turning the key. “I usually charge for that.”

“Miles jogged off, leaving her alone in the large and quiet room. Aimee stood still, waiting for her mind and heart to go back to normal, return to how she felt a week ago before seeing Miles again.But they didn’t. Or wouldn’t. She put both hands over her pounding heart, exhaled, and sank into a chair. Nut-burgers. Now what?”

“She ran her hand over the dash.“You’re petting my car,” Hunter said, turning the key. “I usually charge for that.”

“Slow-slow-quick-quick-slow went her heart.“Damn, I love the tango,” he whispered, tickling her ear.”

“And you do know I’m the one who decides who I date”—she glared at Sam—“not you. If I want to drag this guy into the janitor’s closet and have my way with him, that’s none of your business.”“Drag me into a closet?” Hunter asked, his eyebrows up near his hairline. “Offer to buy me dinner first, then I’m all yours.”

“I don't spill my drinks on just any man, you know." She touched his cheek. "only dashing shark lovers with pantydropping accents.”

“He wished he was doing much more than kissing the back of her silky hand, though throwing her on the bar and devouring her like a man-eater wasn't a wise option.But... he was only human.”

“If your heart loses the ability to trust, you'll never love again.”

“Hooking up with a tall, dark stranger in a bar wasn't anywhere on her to do-do list, but as she eyed those broad shoulders, the thick neck, strong-looking hands, and gorgeous mouth...What the hell, maybe he should be on the top of her "to-do" list.”

“Tell me if this is too forward," he said in a low voice that was surprisingly shaky, "but do you want to come---""Yes," she answered, exhaling hot breath on his neck.He grinned and gave her hip a squeeze. "I must say, this has been the most pleasant surprise I could imagine.""You're not very imaginative, then." She gave him the flirty eyes."Good thing I am.”

“Why was life so unfair that the one guy she felt uncontrollable chemistry with ---even when they weren't even touching ---was the only guy she had to keep her hands off?”