Be Mine- Marilyn Marshal

d man standing on her porch. She supposed the polite response to his presence was to inv

nt handsomeness, narrowed his gaze. "You're no

o, would you, i

y flashing a grin.

open wider with her hip and stepped

he breeze would be nice. Plus- and this was the part she would never admit to Dante - having the door open meant there weren't totally alone. Okay, t

head turned slightly and she had a feeling he was glancing down the hall- tow

r case, Valentine's day night. Only she had known exactly what she was doing and it had been as wonderful and di

motioned to the sofa. "We

things easier fo

, will

oba

It makes th

f the club chair whil

a groupie, she had firsthand knowledge that the man knew how to use his body. Of course, the last time she'd been in his presence, she hadn't

ownhill, she needed to remember what was important. He was here about a job. Not his unrequited lust for he.

lso in a bit

nd he wanted to plan a really big business event. He was stuck and she was his way out. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, circumstances went her way. So afte

n her thighs and looked at

eally, you're not going to admit you

erately, then ope

tion a subject." Of course she knew why he was here , but yet ag

ht. We'll play this your way. I am Dan

on't have to pretend that much. Just tell me

ends with Hilda. You've done work for h

P F C, the PR firm in question, had moved to Kelptown just after the first of the year. Three

uld be punished," she admitted, wondering if b

r business here, my partners and I want to have a big party for our clien

essed her hand to her chest. "T

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g in The Cabdagasca on New year's eve probably had a few sleepless nights. But he would add that being a kicker for the Sars team had it's moments of stress. When he's been with the Lake Dragons, he'd been responsible