Moonlit Temptation (Rosewood, #1)

by Penelope Black

“Ugh, it should've been Klaus and Caroline, and that's a hill I'll die on, Eve.”

“You and me are fated, Evangeline.” “Does that line ever work on women?” He inhales, his lips ghosting along my earlobe. “This is the first time I've ever said it, you tell me.”

I thought you were setting me up.” “I was.” “With a woman, I mean.” She nods, eyes still glued to her book. “I was.”

“Let me put a label on it for you then, baby. You're mine, yeah? I don't care what you call me. Your boyfriend, your man, your fucking husband. It's all the same to me, as long as you know I'm yours.”

Bane slams his hand down on the desk, startling the receptionist enough to garner her attention. “I'm her motherfucking husband. So why don't you tell me where the fuck my wife is.” The receptionist's mouth drops open, and I'd honestly find a little humor in it if I wasn't side-eying the fuck out of my cousin. “Oh, well, why didn't you say that from the beginning,” she stammers. “That changes everything.” “Yeah, well, I'm her husband too,” Nova snaps, leaning back on his heels and folding his arms across his chest. “Wh-what?” the receptionist pauses, her hands hovering over the keyboard. “Aye, me too. So why don't you tell us where our woman is, yeah?”