A small yelp left her mouth as two large hands wrapped around her middle, yanking her backward. “I would prefer you not lose a hand, Sage.” The gravelly voice was in her ear, sending a series of pleasant chills down her spine. “He may be cute, as you so eloquently put it, but he has a temper.” “Hmm…I think I know someone like that.” Evie gazed up at him pointedly, and her boss rolled his eyes.
