And you do know I__ the one who decides who I date___he glared at Sam___ot you. If I want to drag this guy into the janitor__ closet and have my way with him, that__ none of your business.___rag me into a closet?_ Hunter asked, his eyebrows up near his hairline. __ffer to buy me dinner first, then I__ all yours.

She ran her hand over the dash.__ou__e petting my car,_ Hunter said, turning the key. __ usually charge for that.

How had she ever thought sleeping with him would be a stress reliever, when he was the biggest producer of her stress?

He caught her staring and waggled his eyebrows. Heat flooded her cheeks, and she worked to recover. __he minivan suits you. I think you should get one.___weetheart, I already have to beat the ladies off me with a stick. If I get one of these bad boys, I might cause a riot.___o you ever stop?___ can go all. Night. Long.

Jack had a way of sneaking up on her, like a cold or...a chin hair.

Slow-slow-quick-quick-slow went her heart.__amn, I love the tango,_ he whispered, tickling her ear.