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338 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 2, 2012
He leaned in for a closer inspection of her features. "Aren't you supposed to be frigid and uncaring?"Alissa Johnson is a pretty reliable author, especially in the sense that there isn't usually too much angst in her books—the hero and heroine are into each other, usually willing to admit it, and there's just some little hiccup holding them back. This seemed to be a more the case here than in others I remember though, and there was a surprising lack of conflict—almost annoyingly so. Oh, there was the randomly thrown in drama, but it almost felt forced and then is neatly dispatched.
She looked at him, her eyes narrowing just a hair. "Aren't you supposed to be charming?"
He grinned at her, appreciating the sharp retort.
"Choose the one you want," he told her.Recommendation of other Alissa Johnson reads
She giggled as the puppy contorted itself in an effort to lick her hand without rolling off its back. "Oh, you are silly, aren't you? Just the silliest little ..." Her hand stilled on the puppy. Her eyes shot to his. "What did you just say?"
"Choose which pup you'd like as your own."
"My own?"
"You wanted a hound," he reminded her.
"Yes, I ..." She looked at the dogs, then back at him. "Are you giving me a dog?"
"For the sake of propriety, we are to say it is a gift from your brother, but ..."
"But it's from you. You're giving me a dog," she said, and there was a notable catch in her voice.
"Well ... More or less." For reasons that baffled him, he suddenly felt equal parts embarrassed and pleased. "It was my idea." He cleared his throat, fought off the urge to shift his feet.