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I don't think your response to her worries about her baby being sold to child pornographers should be kissing her.

"Look, last night the sex was good... hell, it was great, all right?"

Don't flatter yourself, ingrate.

"Don't," he growled, swinging around to face her and aiming a finger at her face. His nostrils flared as he dragged in a ragged breath. "Don't fall in love with me."

Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, bub.

Then, this asshole is like, "Amanda, we have good chemistry, and we're consenting adults. I'll go back to Jackson when the case here is closed, but until then..."

Her heart dropped to her toes.

Yeah, until then you'll just fuck her right? Great. So glad she had sex with you last night. You really came through, asshole.

Luckily, Amanda is having none of this shit.

"Until then I'm convenient

"What are you doing here?"

"Again... I'd think that was obvious."

"I mean, that face, those eyes, you could have any woman you wanted. Why are you here with someone who smells like horses most of the time, only wears makeup and high heels when she has to, and hasn't seen the inside of a beauty parlor in too many years? You could do better. Or is it just that I'm convenient and willing?"

Slade wore only his boxer briefs, damp now and clinging to his... Oh, my!

Clinging to his 'oh, my!"?!!?!?

Clinging to his "oh, my!"!?!?!?!!

*Carmen bashes her head into the wall*

His 'oh, my!' o.O

This book isn't reflective of what real people's feelings would be at all, especially considering both Slade and Amanda's past.

This guy is an asshole.

The scene where she catches him playing with the baby is admittedly cute.

As Slade settled in, she leaned toward him and whispered, "I saw what you did there."

"Hmm?"

"Next time you could just pee on me to mark your territory."

Slade jerked his gaze toward her. "WHAT?"

"That's how most animals do it."

He frowned. "I know that. I mean I didn't - "

There is so much wrong here I don't even know where to start.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth and lingered there as her eyes darkened to the color of well=aged brandy. Slade's pulse hammered. Desire flooded his veins, and his skin flashed hot. He leaned toward her, his focus locked on her lips. Around him the room crackled with a kinetic energy, and his body hummed with anticipation. He lifted his hand to her face to cup her cheek. When he stroked her bottom lip with his thumb

"No," he repeated and noticed that his hand on her hip, his proximity, seemed to rattle her. Fluster her. Her cheeks had flushed, and a tremor rippled through her.

INTRIGUING. His touch ruffled Amanda's otherwise self-assured and stubborn feathers. .He could work with that.

...."What?"

"Honestly?"

Her eyebrows lifted. "Yes. You promised to be completely honest with me. Remember?"

He pursed his lips and

She squared her shoulders, a gesture that drew his attention to her chest and the fact that she didn't appear to have on a bra under the long-sleeved sleep shirt she wore with her jeans. His imagination conjured an image of her naked breasts and how it would feel to mold them in his hands.

Instead of making me think this is sexy, this hero is really creeping me out.

Her determination and confidence were a turn on. He could easily imagine how all that self-assurance and passion translated between the sheets.

Oh, come on!

Wealthy beyond his dreams, yet down-to-earth and unpretentious as any ranch hand he'd ever known.

What. Ever.

No, you don't have to apologize to this guy. Also, you're technically his employer, so....

I just don't understand why the hero is being such an asshole.

His gaze dipped briefly to her breasts, plumped by her defiant posture, before returning her glare.

Ew, creeper. This hero is just not working for me.

Jethro had long been accused of selfishness, and to her, his refusal to try treating his cancer smacked of just such self-centeredness. If he loved his family, why wouldn't he want to fight the disease and give himself the chance to attend Gabby's wedding, see Cheyenne learn to walk, be there when Catherine's baby was born, share one last Christmas with the first-born son he'd just found after thirty years?

What part, if any, did Amanda have in the cover-up? Ten years ago, she'd have been a teenager, old enough to understand the seriousness of having a murder happen on the ranch property. Did she have information she'd hidden from the police in order to protect her family?

OH, COME ON!

He'd known plenty of women in his life who were polished and pampered, yet none of them had triggered the gut-level response

She accepted the coffee and sipped, then hummed her enjoyment, a purr of pleasure that he could easily imagine her making during sex.

Okay. We're getting a little creepy here...

"... or maddeningly uncaring how spoiled and bossy she came off.

Excuse me? This guy...

I don't understand why he's acting like this.

"A degree is no substitute for experience."

This guy is being very rude and I don't know why.