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245 pages, Paperback
First published April 5, 2016


He stared at her a second. “I hate your damn language.” He thrust the flowers right into her chest, so that she had to either take them or drop them. “Except when you speak it. When you speak it, it’s beautiful.”
He let go of the flowers.
She dropped them.
“Damn it, Vi.” He bent to pick them up. “Now you’re just being rude.”
“You ruined my life.”
“I sav–” He bit the word off abruptly, turning his head away, jaw set.
“And on top of that, you used me!”
“I…used you?” For the first time since she’d met him, anger flared in those blue eyes. “Last I checked you had a really good time!”
She tried to slam the door on him again. It bounced off his shoulder.
“Look, nobody made you take me home last night! I would have been happy to take you out for a while first.”
She grabbed one of the bouquets from him and hit him over the head with it.
“You’re gorgeous!” He pulled the bouquet away, white petals from it clinging to his hair and on one cheek. “You’re so damn fine. Hell , you are fine. You’re so fine it makes my brain shrink little bitty and then explode.” He pressed his fingers into his forehead and then flared them out to indicate. “If you wanted to make me court you, you think I wouldn’t have done that? You chose to go fast. I did not use you.”
She glared at him, both insulted and stymied. Because she made all her own choices, and made them proudly. And it was true that she’d chosen him.
Knowing he was arrogant, cocky, uncrushable, stubborn, and doing something that was really out of line, knowing that he was challenging her and teasing her and deliberately misleading her, she had still taken him home. Because all the adrenaline in her just focused on him like he was where her energy could find its home. Because he was deliciously hot.. and she was an idiot.
Plus, in her defense, she had watched way too many Hollywood films and halfway thought his behavior was normal for an American.
She made his brain shrink little bitty and then explode?
His blue gaze drifted over her, and all that hard energy slowly softened out of him. “You look like you could use a cuddle or a punching bag. I have more practice at the punching bag role, but I could definitely try the cuddle.”
Oh, wow. “Will you marry me?”
“There are a lot of knives in this roll.” She shifted the one in her left hand until her fingers just lightly gripped the tip. “Don’t make me start emptying it.”
“I’ve got a good job.” He pulled out his badge. “Secure income. I’m nice to kittens and small children.”
“I’m not a kitten or a child. And it looks to me as if your job involves breaking into other people’s property in foreign countries and having knives thrown at your head. Your notion of security might be a little off.”
“You haven’t gotten a look at me in the light. That will make up for a lot.”









[after throwing a kitchen knife at him]
"Are you left-handed?"
She gave hime the barest of smiles, shifting her right hand just enough to let the light flicker off that giant blade. "No."
Oh, wow. "Will you marry me?"
"There are a lot of knives in this roll." She shifted the one in her left hand until her finger just lightly gripped the tip. "Don't make me start emptying it."
"I've got a good job." He pulled out his badge. "Secure income. I'm nice to kittens and small children."
