Thomas had lived in fear and terror the past few weeks, but this was almost too much. To feel safe only to have that snatched away again.

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.