I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing his cheek against her hair. "I'm such a jackass."
She rubbed her hands up and down his back. He was warm and alive and next to her. Nothing else really mattered.
"Jackass seems strong," she murmured.
"How about a first-class screwup?"
"If you're going to do a job, then do it the best you can."
He chuckled low in his throat. "Gee, thanks."
"You're welcome.
She rubbed her hands up and down his back. He was warm and alive and next to her. Nothing else really mattered.
"Jackass seems strong," she murmured.
"How about a first-class screwup?"
"If you're going to do a job, then do it the best you can."
He chuckled low in his throat. "Gee, thanks."
"You're welcome.
( Susan Mallery )
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