“ Do they send all of you jaguars through some elitist asshole training course? ”
You're not crazy. She was serious, no hint of a smile.He cocked a brow. And how do you know that?I cut hair for a living. Her dark eyes glinted with playfulness, easing some of his jacked-up nerve. I see crazy all the time. You're not it.
~ Lisa Kessler
He took the spatula and smiled, and she headed for the bedroom, only stopping once to see if he was watching her ass wiggle under his shirt.He chuckled. “I’d have to be dead not to look.”“I’m glad to see you’re in good health.” She grinned.
He rested a hand over hers. “Ever since I met you, keeping it professional has been practically impossible.”“So it’s true.”“Which part?”“You could get in trouble for seeing me.”He raised her hand to his lips, brushing a kiss to her knuckles. “I can handle a little trouble. How about you?”Scars and a thrill seeker. Gods help her…
He raised a brow at another abrupt change in the conversation. “Are you disappointed I couldn’t dodge a couple bullets?”A real smile teased her lips as she lowered her coffee mug. “On the contrary, I’m a sucker for a guy with scars, so for your protection, we should probably stick to the case.
