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480 pages, Paperback
First published July 6, 2010
“You’ve got a bug up your ass today,” he said before she could speak.
“Excuse me?”
“A definite bitch on. Well, enjoy.”
He whistled for his dog, which naturally brought the whole pack."
“For me there is. And now I have soup and . . .” She peeled back the foil. “Mmmm, rosemary bread. This is exceptional. I have a stepmother who’d take the time to make it for me, a neighbor who’d bring it by even though he’d rather not, and my dogs. I’m not allowed to brood. So we’ll have dinner and conversation. But I’m not going to sleep with you after.”
“Cocktease.”
She nearly choked on the wine. “You did not just say that.”
“I’m not fucking done. You don’t run this show. I don’t know how you worked it before with your cop, but this is now. You’re dealing with me now. You’d better think about that, and if you can’t deal with it, you let me know. We’ll leave it that we just fuck when we’re both in the mood, and move on.”
“If you’re going to bitch, I’m going to sit down and drink my beer.”
“If I’m going to—You left here this morning pissed off and bossy. Interrupting me every five seconds. Telling me to shut up.”
“I’m about to repeat that.”
“What gives you the right to tell me what to do, what to think, what to say?”
“Not a thing.”
He tipped the beer in her direction. “And right back at you, Fiona.”
“I’m not telling you what to do. I’m giving you a choice, and I’m telling you I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior.”
His gaze fired to hers, molten gold sheathed in ice. “I’m not one of your dogs. You won’t train me.”
"Goddamn it," he muttered but, determined to be cagey, tried for the same happy tone in his call. "Come on, Jaws, you little bastard. Here, boy, you demon from hell."LMAO!
"Yes, I am. Move back so I can finish this. I appreciate what you're doing, Simon."Example of him being a broody bastard/his version of showing emotions LMAO
"Uh-huh."
"I do, and I know it disrupts your space, your routine, your privacy."
"Shut up."
"I just want to thank--"
"Shut up," he repeated. "You matter. That's it. I've got something to do."
She sat back on her heels when he strode out. Shut up. You matter. That's it. Honestly, she mused, coming from him that was practically a poem by Shelley.
"Well, I considered giving her q quote, but I thought 'Fuck you, bitch' didn't have any real creative zing. And it was all I could think of."Simon being protective of Fiona <3
He pulled away, walked to the window, stared out, then walked back to look down at her. "I love you."
"We're stuck now because you wheedled me into falling in love with you. So we get through whatever there is to get through." He kissed her. "With or without porn."
"If I could needlepoint, I swear I'd make that into a sampler." She kissed him back. "Come on, boys, it's time for work."
"I didn't want you because I knew damn well you'd get in my way, and you'd find a way to make me like it. Need it. And you. So, now I do. I keep what's mine, and I take care of it."
She opened the doors, danced in place. "It's just absolutely fabulous. Every detail. It's charming and fun and beautiful."
"It suits you."
She watched the man get out. Tall, a lot of dark hair, scarred boots, worn jeans on long legs. Good face, she decided, sharp planes, sharp angles blurred by the shadow of stubble that said he'd been too busy or too lazy to shave that morning ...
Jaws
"You know, given my line of work, really crappy manners such as yours don't bother me."
"What is it about the way a woman's hair falls?" He speared his hands through it, locked his eyes on hers. "What is it about you?"
"Actually I know how to say 'fuck off' in Irish."
As she rounded a curve she caught sight of the iridescent blur of a hummingbird zipping along a clump of red-flowering currant ...