He growled. Really, how attached could Smitty be to his sister? Would he really notice if Mace killed her?
Shelly LaurenstonUh…tell me, Mace. Have you actually let her in on the fact she’s yours now?”
“No. But I will. She’ll simply have to deal with it.”
Smitty sighed. “So says the King of the Jungle.
Didn’t she know?
“Yes” to dinner today.
“Yes” to marriage tomorrow.
Dammit, he had a schedule to keep.
A schedule that involved getting her sweet ass into bed as fast as humanly possible.
She couldn’t find her shirt, but she sure as hell found her gun.
Shelly LaurenstonHere, baby. Here’s a towel.”
She reached back, unable to face the man, and grasped the towel he handed her. Of course, it was a dish towel and not much good.
Smiled at Smitty. Leered at Dez. And practically spit at Mace. Man, the staff at this restaurant really didn’t like him.
Shelly LaurenstonSo, hoss. Have you actually told her you’re in love with her?”
“She won’t let me. When I tried, she threw me down a flight of stairs.”
“And you’re not concerned about that?”
“There weren’t that many steps.
That’s a shitty thing to do. It’s almost catlike in its evilness.”
“See, your problem is you underestimate dogs. There’s a reason many of us are let up on the couch, while they keep y’all in a zoo.
Exactly what was wrong with her? And could she pass it on to any children she may have?
Shelly LaurenstonRonnie offered, “I don’t want my life to pass me by.”
Filling Ronnie’s glass again, Sissy promised, “It won’t.”
“It’s already started. It’s whizzing by like a freight train.
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