Be Mine- Marilyn Marshal

the sounds from the crowd tell him if he was right. He was used to pressure. He'd lived it and breathed it. But he'd n

. "Okay," he said. "

twinkled. "Wro

e motioned towards the hallway. "Those dresses and t

her a

with room full o

otice, but her mouth was one of the first things tha

e down to the bar for a drink only to realize it was valentine's day and the pace was crawling wi

'd been damn pretty, but then she'd smiled and it was like been kicked in the gut. Of course his a man who knew the power of a good kick. He'd sent over a

iguing as he'd hoped. She'd invited him home, he'd honoured her invite and the rest had been incred

the size of Kelptown. The situation had been complicated by the fact

t all up. Hence, here he was. Being tortured for sport. Christopher an

wo different things. She was usually in dresses or suits. But today, she had on neabs and frilly sleeveless thing that shouldn't have been sexy an

t of bed today. Or moved to Kelptown

up." Sh

d

hand. "We're starting over. I'm Nora S

but figured he didn't have a lot of choice in t

My company is

her full lips and he remembered he hadn't had nearly enough time with them. Or any of her. It was just onc

hands and dropp

e. This house I rent has three bedrooms. I sleep in one abd I wor

hey were going and it was not a place any mab would want to revisit. Wh

losed bedroom door. Th

er kinds of clothing. Age leased the space next door and started remodeling. As you can imagined, it was a big project. Because of the construction, she lost some of her stora

by the hear they'd generated and very much looking forward to a second act. Only from the way back from the bathroom, he'd made wr

e board with a header that read- '' A

ken a word to Nora. He'd avoided her, he'd avoided anything to do with her and he'd never allowed himself to think about that night. Because if