“If it wasn’t for that stupid earflap hat,” Sawyer continued, “I’d run my fingers through your locks right now.” “Tonight,” Ryan promised. “After the girls have gone to bed.” “By the fire?” “With Jane’s chocolate cake between us. I’ll whip us up a bearskin rug.” Sawyer let his head loll back, the steam of his breath rising from his throat as he laughed. “Perfect,” he said. “Just don’t complain if I smoke afterward. That, my friend, I cannot help.”
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