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.”
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