Be careful of that one … he’s a dangerous man. A bad, dangerous man, the old woman at the pizzagiveaway said.
I can sense how right she was. But dammit, if he doesn’t look hot as hell in that suit he’s wearing. Itlooks tailored to fit his powerful, V-shaped body.
Something’s buzzing between my legs.
“Why did you leave the money behind, if things are so bad?” he’s asking now.
“I don’t know.” I glare at him, daring him to chuckle again, to point out the obvious. But then, I blurtout, “I’m not some charity case.”
No, I’m just a delusional hypocrite. Showing up here a dirty mess for a bath and food—if that isn’tbegging for charity, then what is?
He says nothing to that, only nods with an expression that, weirdly enough, seems pleased. He turnson his heel. “As for scaring the neigh
