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Excerpt
Those sparkling emerald eyes narrowed.
“I’m not helping you.”
He didn’t believe that for a second.
If she wasn’t planning on helping, she wouldn’t
have come. She would have gotten on that damn flight.
That the thought of her flying off somewhere,
leaving his ass on his own, pissed him off completely,
and made no damn sense. Shit, he had to get that damn
deed and then get as far as hell away from this woman
before he, too, went insane.
“Yes, I don’t know either.”
Time for another dramatic rounding of his shoulders, he
should have been on damn Broadway. “Guess we’re
out of luck.”
“There is no we.” She picked
up that hideously plain black bag of hers. “I’ve
had it with this stupidity. I’m leaving.”
Like hell she was.
“No.” Hagen reacted instantly,
clasping her wiggling little body against his chest, her
feet kicking in the air. “You’re not going anywhere.
You have to help me first.”
She actually looked scared for a second
or two. She shouldn’t have been. Hagen would never
hurt her. “I don’t have to do anything, you
big oaf.”
Not that scared apparently. Hagen grinned.
She was fierce, a fighter. “You know Maeve, I have
the urge to kiss you.” Now why did he have to go
and say that? It was true but he shouldn’t have said
it out loud.
“And I have the urge to kick you
so hard in the groin that you won’t be able to stand
straight for five full days. Let me know if we’re
indulging urges,” she spat at him.
Hagen chuckled. It would be tempting
to give it a try if he wasn’t so damn certain she’d
follow through. At the moment, he didn’t relish a
nut crusher. “Come on Maeve. Help me please.”
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