Here's a little teaser:
“Go away, Hunter.”
Eyes twinkling with mischief, he leaned against her side. “Had enough, witchy woman? Ready to give in?”
The pressure that had been building throughout the last tumultuous hours finally blew. Gwen stood and resisted the urge to smack his handsome face. She did unleash a verbal barrage meant to send him running in the opposite direction.
“You know, for a supposedly smart man, Dr. Phillips, you are incredibly dense. I’d say on a scale of one to stupid, you’re a seven.”