Hunter asked as he showed Gaylynn around.
“Tack a few girlie posters on the wall and it would look just like your old tree house.”
Hunter grinned at her tart comment. This was the Gaylynn he knew and loved.
Whoa there, he ordered his runaway thoughts.
Love? Where had that come from? Falling for Gaylynn would be like eating gunpowder—you know it’s going to detonate sooner or later.
But damn, she looked good in those jeans!
“Want to see my extra-heavy-duty handcuffs?” He tugged open the top drawer and dangled them in front of her.
“Can I use them on you?” she inquired.
Not trusting that fiendish gleam in her eye—was it caused by passion or anticipation of revenge for that gum in her hair all those years ago?—he heard himself promising, “Only if we’re in bed.”
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