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323 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published November 24, 2015
His eyes were wild as they looked down on her, and the last thought Maggie had before his mouth slammed against hers was that Anthony Moretti completely out of control was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.
He pulled back, just slightly, his breath hot and heavy against her face. "Say you want this."
"Maggie," he whispered, just as her eyes started to close.
He was silent for a long moment. Then, "Nothing. Go to sleep."
So she did. But in her dreams, he finished that sentence with something else entirely.
"You did something. I know you did something."
Anthony gritted his teeth and let out a small grunt as he pushed through another bench press. Eight.
"You either showed her your wang, or didn't show her your wang. And whichever choice you made was obviously the wrong one."
He blocked out the voice of his grandmother and pushed through another. Nine.
"Big biceps won't help you with that girl. Do they have exercises for personality? You should do those."
"Bench presses aren't for biceps, Nonna. They're shoulders. Pecs." This from Luca, who was sprawled on the couch with a beer.
"Pecs, huh?" Maybe I should give the weights a shot. Then again my push-up bras do the trick just fine."
Ten. Anth scooted down on the bench, grabbing a towel from the ground as he glared at his grandmother. "We talked about this. No reference to your lingerie. Ever."
"He's right," Luc added, glancing over at them. "We did talk about it."
Captain Moretti transferred his annoyed gaze back to Maggie, but she held up a weary hand. "Save it. Or add it to my list of sins. I don't really care. I'm going home. If either or both of you want to walk me to the subway station out of some macho display of chivalry, go for it, but under no circumstance do I want to chat. Got it?"
She walked away then, ignoring the rain, ignoring the hurt, and definitely ignoring the men behind her.
But she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder, just once before heading down the stairs to the train platform, and somehow she wasn't at all surprised to see that Captain Anthony Moretti had followed her, hands shoved in his coat pockets as he watched her from several feet away.
And despite her bad mood, Maggie might have smiled. Just a little bit.
"You're just going to lay here and let me read silently?" he asked. "You'll be bored."
Maggie tilted her head up and met his eyes. "It's been years since someone's held me. Trust me, I won't be bored."
His gaze softened before turning to the computer screen, where he began to read.
She looked at him through hazy eyes."Hmm."
"Everything," he said quietly.
"Hey," he said, touching a fingertip to her face. "Don't do that. Those cops outside are there for your protection."
"They're there to catch Eddie as much as they are to protect me," she pointed out.
"Yeah," he said, looking troubled as his hand found the doorknob of her front door. "The problem is, I care a hell of a lot more about the second one than I should."
Maggie opened her mouth, wanting to say...something.
But he was already gone.
“Has anyone ever told you that you go from docile and abiding to sassy and difficult in the span of a couple seconds?”
“You go from sexy to bossy so fast I get whiplash.”
“Rumor has it some woman find bossy sexy.”
“She understood then what love was supposed to be. In its purest form, it was unselfish.”
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