She nodded and watched him job up the steps. And good God did he do all kinds of justice to a pair of jeans.

Hi" she said.He gave her the sexiest crooked smile. "Hi." He stepped into her space, both his hands going to her hair, pushing it back off her face, just running his fingers through it. Touching her like he always did. "What was it you wanted?" he asked, no rush or urgency to his voice."You." The word fell from her lips unbidden, but she didn't' want to take it back. She didn't have time for anything but honesty. "Just you.

He hadn't really rejected her, had he?Or maybe she was reading into her memory of the moment what she wanted to see.Probably.Then again, he'd been hard. And he;s looked at her like he wanted to eat her. And she was totally game to be his buffet.

You realize if you stand in my kitchen, I'm gonna put you to work, right?" Bunny asked after a minute."I'm at your service," he said.She laughed. "My favorite words ever.

Put a tray of cookies out and the Ravens were like a bunch of eight-year-olds, not a clubhouse full of hard-ass bikers.

NO way was she crying in front of Ike. He already treated her like an overprotective big brother as it was. And that was really freaking annoying because it meant her fantasy of climbing him like a tree and having her wily way with him weren't ever coming true. Unrequited lust sucked big hairy donkey balls.

We'll let that be plan A." Nick said. "But you know as well as I do that plan A often gets fucked when it meets reality.

You saved me tonight.""No," he said, eyes flashing, one brow arched. "You saved yourself, Al. I was just your getaway driver.