“Roo-bin…” He teased, lowering his voice to that sexy rumble to catch my attention. I glared at him. “What?” “Roo-bin…” He tried again, sneaking closer. My lips twitched, my resolve cracking, but I looked away, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “I’m mad at you.” He loomed over me, close enough to touch. The warm, woodsy scent of him filled my nose and sank into my bones. “My Roo.” Too quickly, I groaned, dropping my arms to my sides and folding like a damned lawn chair. Why did he have to be so charming? And why was I so weak to it?
