“You really want to add insult to my injuries,” she declared.
“No, I just want the satisfaction of having you on the beach . . . and in the woods . . . and here . . . and anywhere I like.”
“Is that making love or spanking?” she wondered.
“Guess,” he replied.
Hallie was sure he meant both.
Such a smirk. She could have slapped it off his handsome face, but then the donnybrook would begin again, and she couldn’t take another spanking. Her bottom was way too sore for that.
***
Was it possible that the last Wild Rose was finally tamed?
Neither Alex or Hallie believed that was so. And yet, in her tangled brier of thorns and petals, Hallie McCarty had finally made some peace with a man that could not only prune the wildness when it was necessary, but let her flower as the daring,
